I am an infinitely internal being.
Diving down or welling up.
Breath swelling with the daylight,
Dwindling with the night.
I am growing,
In such a leap and, such a bound,
I may need to, move out of town.
Then, “Look out!” I say.
“Look out!” and “Turn around!”
“Look at me” and “Look at me”,
And, see what I have found!
My memories are as real as today,
They are more real than tomorrow.
They are more real than my dreams.
Sometimes they more real than reality.
They are a comfort and delight,
Sometimes an insight.
They are set in stone, an undertone,
Unchanged by time,
Unchanged by weather,
Unchanged by heartache,
Or, by telling,
By tears or fears or jeers,
But, next time I’ll do better.
Written by V. Castellanos – April 7, 2020