Now and then
you get a sound or a scent
the forgotten, yet familiar
mew of colic
or Grandma’s perfume
an experience, enjoyed or not
that you miss, when reminded
so you wander
but all of the incidentals are shadows
malingerers in memory
that loom in the backdrop of
working, cooking, cleaning or playing
They make you feel cozy, embraced
amid the grip of the day
but when you grasp
you come up empty
so you search for photos
or put on an old cap
to trap nostalgia
sporting memory
like vintage cinders,
on with the old.