Rogue Memory


Nana and Poppa 1930ish

I thought I heard your voice call my name

The way I’d heard you call it

A thousand times before

Your cheerful intonation

Always reassuringly the same

But it was an echo of a ghost past, a rogue memory

For you were no where near, nor have you been

A part of my waking life for quite some considerable time unseen

Since your untimely passing

But somehow for those few brief seconds

You were right beside me as if no years of accumulation had intervened

Somehow my subconscious resuscitated you back to life

Like a lucid dream

Unable to leave the sound of your ghost behind

Slices of another time

A dialogue with a parallel paradigm