Flicker, sway to and fro,
Her fingers, two pressed toether.
Rhythmic. “Think hard about that moment,
Your mind lose. Let it play everything on a screen,
Or, imagine your on a train, and your pain,
Is rushing by as you look out the windows.
Let your mind slip, and flow – fight no emotion.
When my fingers stop, breath deeply and tell me what you feel and see”
I felt my chest tighten, i reembered wayne, justin and i
In the sandbox, cold, hungry, – i dont know what made me first cry;
Floodod with anger and sorrow as i watched painful memories replay.
I could hardly speak, as i spoke of how we were beat.
Tears flow and her fingers move again, the trains moving
As i watch t.v – all my bad memories, im being forced to trigger.
Muster my vigor and stare my demons in the face.
Warped right back to a time and place
Ive been trying to forget.
…. too much regret….
Take a deep breath, still more to say left.
“Lets get into this, watch my fingeres again”
Like jiggng a worm, her fingeres catch memories
Like trout, fast and furious the emotions are pourd on;
Excitement, dissapointment, victory,yearning: repeat.
Watch my finger sway to and fro,
Dont forget to tap your toes.
Ron bergquist sep 30th 2014