Montana

Montana

We don't live here anymore,
In fact we never did.
Yet this became the gathering place
For memories to multiply and rabbit
Through the spaces between who
We are now and the fairy-tale's beginning.

We snatch-grab at them, hands trailing
Through mist of small children laughing,
Tattling, tormenting, triumphing over
Vacation adventures gone awry.
Ghosts safely distilled of passion but fragile
To the touch, Humpty's eggshell teetering.

Best to shut the pages on that tale,
Follow breadcrumbs left by today's children,
Splice disparate pasts to one emergent
Moment where characters persevere,
Cohere, weave webs of email threads,
Survive gray hairs and wrinkles, escape the villain.

Did I ever really know you?
Better to ask: can I know you now.