Conciliation

 

 

Synapses fire.

Burned into my essence,

honored ghostly presence,

songs that guided like stars,

surprise me, out of time.

Stories told in childhood,

filed scraps like photographs

return to older eyes.

So close I didn’t see then.

Now brings appreciation, great waking

sadness, ironic laughter.

Scars are evidence of active life.

What once embarrassed

matures as humility, pride without hubris

for acquittal with civility

past exuberances, youthful folly.

Critical ignorance

only long rumination can absolve.

Crying seems clichéd,

out of place.

I feel charge to ignite new emotion,

arts of expression,

obviate scars’ stagnation.