Re-membering
(after Sally Rosen Kindred)
Through years of writing, we find ourselves
returning: aching, wounded, wild
and starlit. Some experiences resist
our re-entrance in words. Certain scenes
keep resurfacing, and we struggle
to break back into those moments, fresh.
Yes, yes, yes.
Good to keep returning to these memories, though, in case they finally yield their poems.
The truth of this is solid. Love ‘some experiences resist our tree-entrance in words’.