With homing cries from hoarse throats
blue herons glide towards their nest;
in midstream, an empty bottle surfaces.
Time is narrative imposed
on random points of consciousness,
but in the depths, beyond schemes
and chronologies, gleam
sublimated moments of awareness
time cannot possess.
Memory is palimpsest
inscribed on tidal surfaces,
intaglio on sand that bears
the weight of spondylae or flesh
whose evanescent impress
blurs and vanishes.
Aqueous, elusive as the metaphors
of Heraclitus, psyche is a river
that diminishes, replenishes…
River, psyche, memory
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2005
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