A memory jar brims full with trickled days /and hours and moments gathered there to hold /
in precious weight until their overflow /
into the broad and endless river. /
The river holds those breaths which can’t be held /
and cools the burning limbs which can’t be felt. /
It bathes the eyes of those behind in time outpoured /
and now //
will carry all and ever on in easy flow /
to waters wide and shores unseen /
but deeply known.
24.11.18 Mies
