The distant laughter of my youth
seems to echo in the fogged caves of my mind.
I remember the sunshine and color,
slow and easy paces,
walking with my mother as she held my hand
and took pictures of me,
dancing in the waves.
wind chills and lightening storms
that illuminated the entire forest
were the only source of my tears.
I talked to the ghosts that haunted me.
my sister smiled when she saw my face,
and we frolicked in a meadow of rapture.
I look back on these times
and watch them flicker across my mind’s eye,
as if watching a film.
I smile,
for a moment,
and my face darkness with a crippling nostalgia