Changing, rearranging, standing still, yet moving forward and
backward through thoughts of memories that have lived within
our brains unobtrusively, deliberately and silently.
Silent until we awaken them within senses, feelings or emotions,
a gentle prodding, a sensory sensation teasing our minds into
remembering something from our past.
Wondering why this happens so spontaneously, instantaneously,
like a personal miracle in our intellects and minds, being felt
genuinely each and every time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem