Memory=s Fool (Kodiak in Retrospect)

Drearily time drags on
down here in the deprived depths
of the lower 48.
Dull discussions drone.
Daily dissonances diminish
my tenuous hold in the present.

Faintly I hear it all
from far away
as the magnetic past
once again pulls me back.

I walk in my memory barefoot
on the cool black sand
of a deserted northern beach.
The only sound the waves washing the shore.
The sand squishing, refreshing, between
my toes.
The wind whipping my hair.
I am free.

I escape to the tranquility,
cutting in its sharp, undistilled clarity.
Thrilling my soul as it resonates
with the wilder, older, aching part of me.

Remembering stillness.
That immensity
my relieved insignificance.

My dreaming place.
This real place I finally came
home to, only to find
myself, never having been there before.