Memory
In the forest of memory a lake of once upon a time anticipation shimmers. She goes there and swims with elves she used to know on days of early mascara, a day of a dance or candles on the Christmas spruce, a package underneath, large enough for what she wanted. Ancient thrill of maybe today trembles with expectation.
Now always happens too quickly to savor only once.
Beate Sigriddaughter, www.sigriddaughter.net, grew up in Nürnberg, Germany, and lives in Silver City, New Mexico (Land of Enchantment), where she has served as poet laureate. Her poetry and short prose are widely published in literary magazines. Recent book publications include a poetry collection, Wild Flowers, and a short story collection, Dona Nobis Pacem.
See more of Beate's work in 12.1 and 12.1