With each tick of the clock and every
sip of steaming Dark Magic joe
my brain fires more connections
darting in all directions

Keeping with routine
I journal randomness
Memories wave from far corners
images materialize

Mamaw and Papaw burst
on the scene of remembrance

He says “Had the big eye last night
Didn’t sleep a wink”

She counters as is custom
“He sawed BIG lumber”
her snappy comeback just loud
enough for him to hear

Both grin like monkeys

Some connections are never lost