“time and memory join…”

 

 

Time and Memory Join

“It’s like the morning light,

The sun rising on the cloudless morning”1

You’ve been to the place where time and memory join

Something, someplace, a smell or taste 

The town where we grew up

Part of me wants to go backwards in time

Turning around to touch the past

Part wants to keep going when you feel like turning back

The sound of fall leaves under foot

Or leaves blowing in a brisk autumn breeze 

Noise of mowers and leaf blowers on a sunny fall afternoon

The whiff of food from the kitchen in the backyard 

Freshly made bread

Fresh pressed coffee

Life was going on

Some awful things, and some dazzling

Regret for the things not said

Remember those in an unforgettable life for us, 

Thankful for meeting them, or knowing them 

Sojourners, our time like a passing shadow

Family Thanksgivings, Christmases, birthdays and any day together 

Times change, the universe changes. 

“Are we still the same people are the people around us the same”

The kids table, the laughter, 

the dead silence when adults come through swinging doors 

The ever-replenished vegetable tray and fridge filled with soda 

The afternoon and time till dinner feels like days, as time does sometimes

Wind chimes echoing a sound, a joyous Thanksgiving, 

Farm bell rusted from the years, ringing it, eyes squinted,  

Rust falling from our eyes like the time that passes,

Down our cheeks as we dare to look up

The downstairs family room, old toys remarkable treasures to today 

The warmth of the chimney, comfort, and smell of cranberries cooking

Simmering in an heirloom white enamel pot

The spare room an art museum, orderly and still with pictures lining the rail

Holiday trinkets, designating the place setting, of many carefully chosen 

The smell of the cedar deck, familiarity, and the sound of the swinging screen door- Family -as it sounds closing

Near the garage, that freshly smells of Life as we will know it as time joins and memories live

It said the time flies, but without memories there is no time

Memory glues the past and the present together.

Time just doesn’t exist “out there,” 

but depends on us to preserve times together 2

Everything is change

The swiftness of all that exists and it's coming into being 3

Memories, God like a weaver of heaven and earth 4

Time and Memory Join, Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta 

About this poem: Time and Memory Join is a poem about how our memories provide a way to preserve the past by connecting to the present and providing hope for the future. Photos from the past are one means I see that this can happen. Many time old photo albums or boxes of pictures are stored away and could mean nothing to us but then if they would vanish due to fire or flood, they would mean everything to us. Recalling times from years or decades past can rekindle love for those we have had in our lives that made life worth living and revitalize love and joy in the lives of those we currently have the gift of experiencing life together. - Joe Holuta

1. 2 Samuel 23:4 VOICE

   "Is like the morning light,

        the sun rising on a cloudless morning,

        and the shining grasslands brought up from rain.”

2. How Our Memories Hold the Key to Time - Our memory of events glues the past and the present together.

https://www.psychologytoday.com/intl/blog/biocentrism/202111/how-our-memories-hold-the-key-time?amp

3. The Daily Stoic for November 15th, “Everything Is Change”.

“Meditate often on the swiftness with which all that exists and is coming into being is swept by us and carried away. For substance is like a river’s unending flow, its activities continually changing and causes infinitely shifting so that almost nothing at all stands still.”

—MARCUS AURELIUS, MEDITATIONS, 5.23

4. Psalm 134:3 VOICE 

   "May the Eternal grant you His blessing from Zion,

    God, the weaver of heaven and earth."