Chapters from the Soul

"Walk back to me." When times were slower
and the Hourglass was fuller, more precious
for the wildflower. Windchimes held a tune
and the Sandman sang. Robins had blue eggs
that held life in the shell, as the tympany of the  
porch swing sang.
 
Whatever happened to the Popcycle Man or the
widow that lived next door?" The percolator
that dripped to begin the day and the wishbone
on a Sunday's happy meal. The plums are gone
and butterflies moving in caravans to a different
Mandalay Bay. But my memories keep the faith.
"Walk back to me."