MayPoWriMo 18

A sense the fog is breaking 
accompanied by brightest sun
weather the month of May was made for

no idea when these memories
will disappear from return
to temporary useful consciousness

that they cannot remember
the last time they were remembered
is corroborated by their silence

in the face of having not been forgotten
only hiding in some semi-permanent synapse
made futile by ascending to surface

this feeling of wholeness unnecessary
to daily functioning yet solace
in this imprinting even gray matter

made luminous by transparent sun
a moment’s unexpected reflection
eyes looking at themselves again