I remember April.
Like a month of Sundays in the 1970's,
because Time lacked function,
passing more or less unnoticed.
I remember War.
Local violence in the aisles of consumerism,
because paper was currency,
passing more or less casually.
I remember Skies.
Crystal clear blue with no blemish,
because Nature stepped up,
passing more or less unfettered.
I remember Peace.
Like peace had never been known before,
because quiet reigned supreme,
passing more or less silently.
I remember Me.
Emerging from fog into a new world,
because I felt completely lost,
passing more or less phantomly.
I remember April.
Like dark nights of eternity in a coffin,
because Time didn't move,
passing more or less unnoticed.
(Sept '20 & Oct '23)
Some of this poem was written in 2020 but it was lost, now found and finished. PPx