Memories rise,
unexpected, unbidden:
haunted, haunting specters
from days before.
Ancient pains recur;
old wounds ache, ooze;
what was, and what was not,
pierces the heart.
Old patterns emerge,
crystallize, gain strength,
seeking to shape behavior
yet again.
Old habits appear,
shatter new resolutions
with ease,
reasserting former ways.
All occur as we
cross the threshold
of once-lived places,
reentering the past.
28 August 2014
Cleveland Heights, OH
Along the Graybeard Trail 