things you are trying to remember

immersed in life

between the thumbs


the who and what

the fastest, where


accomplishing one goal

chasing the next


you lost the space

between breaths


the liminal space to hold 

the sunset on your palms


one day, looking at the morning mist

you rubbed your eyes


you could not remember

the colors of roses, of camellias


afraid you also forgot

voices of your friends.


You have time

but do not wait too long


you may get stranded 

by the receding tide


and too exhausted 

to be frightened


You have time

to return to the roots of your narratives


to sip coffee, to listen

to the tribe’s ailments and pains


simply to be with friends

to drink and eat with friends


to share the hilarity

of oysters on a half-shell 


or in silence, gaze together

at the mountain or the sea.