we forget so we can remember

we forget, so we can remember
just a little better, who we were
at birth, when love was a feeling,

not a concept- where touch was felt
as a real home-coming- not T.S.
Elliot in nature- but a true
flying backwards

to a nest of baby blue birds,
tossing feathers into the ethers
burning a warm circle of trust---

recognizing the sky's changing,
knowing when to flee, free from rust,
and when to count on the common
denominator of a sentient love-
a blush of remembering

how long it has taken to get
to this place of fully trusting
free of the rusting, an aging
hippy traipsing--- up stairs

making a simple day rich
with magenta meaning--courting
no fear burgeoning--burgundy
words on a grey silky horizon

words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '18