Arid
When the air extracts the moisture
From my sinuses
From my mouth
From my lungs
I would never fail
For fear of trying
I would fail
For reaching further
Than I could grasp
I flow through lives
Passion and presence
Broken love
Leaving trails
As I turned
My mind to it
It rose
And rose again
Into a mighty fire
Startled
I turned away
Tamped it down
Put it away
Returning to my quiet
Reflections form a perfect circle
Bringing the past into the present
And the present into the past
I create a history I prefer
Reforming memories I prefer
To remember
Nostalgia
Mixed with quirkiness
Leavened by wit
And insight
Or was it rather
A prophecy?