Old Ideas
I sit in stillness
and I hear old murmurs
of what
I pushed aside
Years past,
I knew you
Today,
I don’t know
What is this impromptu message
arising
before my mind
Years have passed
and what have I done
to be brought
face to heart
with discarded remnants
of an old life?
Ripples wash through me
creating waves
washing old ideas
and now,
all I know
is what I feel
The stillness brought in
the ripples,
that brought in the tide,
that brought in
old ideas,
like you.
What more is left to discover?
