Recollections

Remembered
Voices,
Calling,
Calling,
From
Past
Days
That
Were
Enthralling,
A
Cascade
Of
Objects
That
I’ve
Made
Appear
From
Time’s
Relentless
Shade,
Intersections
Where
I Walked,
A
Hundred
Thousand
Intervals
Of
Talk,
All
Are
There,
In
The
Storage
Vault
Inside
My
Head,
Hovering
Beneath
My
Chair,
And
Scattered
Everywhere.