I saw you

I saw you

Falling through a hole

In the ocean

There was nothing to follow

Not a trace

Of repetition

Could be found

It was an illusion

A ripple effect

Fossilised

In frozen ground

Always there to remind me

Of the ease

With which the memory

Can be revealed

To be an incomplete

Repository

Of the past

As images never last

And the important things

Were often thought

To be inconsequential

Refusing to stay

Still

Long enough

To be compiled

Into any formal

Memory file

Or Dewey system

Of sequential retrieval

To keep the world in order

My skies are seas

The sun, a falling tear

A splinter

In the water

A blood spot

On sun-damaged skin

A salt-filled bitter lake

Is nothing more

Than permafrost

And soon

Whatever I thought was lost

Will be forgot

Or not recalled

Even though

It might present

Itself as

Waiting to be found.