Amber Moments

In the solitude of an empty house, my mind wanders to comfortable places far away

I open my Pandora’s Box of stolen moments

Each precious gem held up and examined

Viewing each facet with new admiration

Searching deep for the glimmer that reminds me of bliss

Sometimes my retrospection floods into my conscious mind

Like a river unleashed amidst a rainstorm

Other times like the morning dew accumulating imperceptivity

Emanating into a drop barely detected had it not been anticipated

I let my mind wander at times to the precarious place of imagination

In a world constructed without encumbrance

As seen through the lens of youthful innocence

The ‘what might have beens’ and possibilities if you were the only people in consideration

Then the doubt and grounding

Reminding of responsibilities and grown up ways that repress untethered thoughts

Concern about issues, real and imagined

Down the rabbit hole of dark, fearfulness and bewilderment as to whether anything is true