Slow Memory Poem by guillermo veloso

Memories are slowed
My Mind the Sap
It’s trap
Echoes in the moment bounce in mitchondrial dream
Reverberations in space, trunk and root
My feet in the rappahonack
Drifting on the patomac
Tripping on block island
Sliding down the pyramid
Hand prints of the maya
Max and john lennon
Dave in the box
Virginia of the Bronx
Virginia of the verse
Virginia of the mountain
Papa with clams
Papa with women
Papa with food
Papa with wine
Papa on the bed
Papa in the box
Raymond on the street
Raymond in the box
Francis in the bar
Francis in my dream
Lucy with her question
Lucy with my dream
I absorb my moments
My roots my senses
My trunk my life
My leaves my hands
My soul my eyes
My soul comes and goes as
It pleases
It visits it’s past
It gauges it’s present
It dreams of it’s future
My seasons
as warm long friends
calendar a misused amusement
My days metronome of life
My years a symphony
My centuries eternal prayer
I breath life on this rock
I take death in my roots
I give back that which belongs to all
On the currents of my breath.