Many Thanks William M. Criss
In Passing
I passed our old house on Sunday;
As I drove, alone, I marveled,
struck by sharp, but quiet, pain
and fleeting scenes,
like a mental diary
whose gates have been crashed by a flood...
I saw a place where I had lived for years
with a family of promise,
unaware of a coming split,
and believing that a thing can last...
I had walked intimately
with every blade of grass
I'd mowed in that yard,
and could still see images
of midnight snacks
in that secure kitchen...
I live through it yet
on some deep level,
as I roam through rooms
of children s laughter
pealing like the echo of life,
and reel in this moment
for aching loss...
But mostly, like these words,
these things just bind themselves together
with all the other stories in the past.
Rest and trust.
Pick it up and read it.
Let it go.
Let it roll away.....
William M. Criss III July 3rd 2011
