The Architecture of Memory

.
Every room has its story—

the back of the house is darkest
but light floods the porch
where we sit after a long day
rising now and then from its steps,
momentarily leaving our drinks
to wander back through old doors
and rummage among the stuff we’ve stacked
against walls and under beds
reaching for the odd object
we’d just nudged with a recollection
as we sauntered through conversation,
as if a salvaged thought was a lamp
which, being disturbed,
clicks on automatically,
becomes a sun in a dimming universe
or lightning strike in a new storm,
either way a big brilliant thing
massive as the posts & beams
of a venerable house
—the bellied bones of time
upholding the spirit
of the place
.

by Jim Culleny
8/8/12

2 thoughts on “The Architecture of Memory

  1. this might be your best. Saw on Facebook that Kirsten Wasson liked it. She too is a large talent in the extraordinary group of former baby sitters for Sara in Urbana. Kirsten is a poet, essayist and teacher. Others are MDs. (all the daughters of my profs at u of I)

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