Sometimes.....
.......If we're lucky
Life will provide the opportunity
For us to reach down inside ourselves
And then
root around with impunity
Where we may find... a morsel
A grain really...  pull it out
Hold it up and say... Here it is
When in reality
We never even knew
About this thing
We somehow feel that we had lost
So familiar is the very thought of its existence
That's some primal gut-wrenching pain
Would rise up and devour our soul
Should we admit we lacked
Any knowledge of its presence

That is what the writer of a novel
Just did to me as I read
Pulling me into ecstatic Majesty
Of poetic prose
Taking me places where I've never trod

Tearing me into tiny fragments
And then endeavoring to reassemble me
Into something else entirely
As if it were LSD
And I was actually tripping
On the intricacies of the writer's mind

Only 20 pages into this delicacy
Devouring it like it was my last meal
Savoring it
As if nothing else would ever compare

For this recipe
This special taste and feel
Special mix of spices
Never to repeat
Yet that feeling exists
That somewhere long ago
I've had this before
Down deep in those recesses
Like some dish once created
Never written down
Then searched for
Forever and Forever
Till you know it's never to be found

So maybe it wasn't the recipe we seek
But the memories along with
What is lost
Crystallized to a whole package
Somehow into the back of that drawer it was tossed
Where those miscellaneous elements exist
Never needed- never seen- never missed
Until one day...
.. We pushed aside the cobwebs
And we wipe away the dust
Then we say... "Hey look at this !"

That is what the words I just read
Did to the me
That does not- now exist
Just 20 pages of over 400
As I endeavor... To savor
A small morsel... a few pieces
Everyday
Knowing of course
That it may be my last meal
So I have to Make It Last Forever
Nothing else will ever satisfy
This craving that already exists
This delicacy
As the memory of it
Forever will be missed
Forever... Will be missed