big picture

so much of life dissolves

into half-remembered pools 

my inner environment becomes

a planet of mist, moss

only certain smells 

clear the haze

of the past

and still

 

I can't ever hold it all

 

I want to unroll my visions

emotions

experiences

lay them out to study them

a treasured tapestry

read the smudged faces

touch the stuff of it