A Sunset, Somewhere Poem by Seamus O' Brian

Thanks, Glen! How very apropos to be unmoored in this particular poem. :) The initial conception was of memory images that sometimes drift across our consciousness, but because I was inspired by another poem that was about sunrise, the back drop of the drift became the sunset. And, suddenly, the floating memories became seabirds flying through my awareness, like the sunset. But even as the sunset cannot know to where the birds are bound, so does the conscious mind really know where memories are coming from, nor where they go once they cross the awareness horizon. Perhaps, like whatever lies beneath the shiny black gleam of a seagull's eyes, whatever dwells within a single memory guides it back to where it resides. And what does a gull think, when it sees other gulls still floating past? Can a dormant memory have any cognition of a neighbor memory that is suddenly activated, as if out of a trance? I cannot know, but enjoy the consideration. Thank you, Glen, for taking the time to mull it through, and for your gracious thoughts as always. Neal

Thank you, dear Nosheen. I am pleased to share my sunset with my PH friends, and even more pleased that it may have recalled some fond memories for you. Thank you, as always, for your kind and gracious thoughts. Neal