Lately rather than wanting
to binge watch some TV show
at night when the child is asleep
my mind has been drifting
back to the past moments
I know must have happened
the insignificant stray threads
of day to day that no one
and everyone else experiences
the things that shuffle aside
to make room for what most
needs our random access
they must have happened
otherwise how would I be
here how would any of us
descendants of mothers
pitch a path upon the earth
but then we all must disappear
like so much forgotten weather
sometimes I think eternity
peeks through those moments
knowing we aren’t listening
at the time of occurrence
but if by chance we happen
to recollect our cells such
as they were such as we are
dispersed and then collected
and then dispersed someone
else sees in reverse knowing
us as we were going to be
a figment of no one’s memory
Joshua Keiter 