Lorena, Logic, Love, Loss
The thought of Aunt Lorena crossed my mind
Today while shaving. Human brains are strange
Like feral cats who once were tame. Designed
For logic, heads can sometimes disarrange
Their purpose unpredictably. Why should
My mind thinks, “Aunt Lorena!” while I scrape
The whiskers off my chin and cheeks? I stood
There stunned a second and would not escape
The moment like a little Pentecost
Of thrill, with fire tongues there, there up above
My brain, there at its top. Suddenly lost
The moment disappeared like unsung love.
Lorena was not there and was. She tipped
Into my soul and, then, away she slipped.
Enjoyed this one Phillip. Remembrance of a loved one popped into your mind and how you loved her and instant knowledge of her not being in your life anymore.
You’re spot on, Steve. Thanks for commenting. I just now noticed that you had commented yet. Phillip