memory evokes the anxiety of forgotten anticipation
This life I live, I live in three worlds: reality, memory, and fantasy. What is, was, and what may be.
Imagination and recollection are part of my present in what I sense, so I am present to three worlds in one tense.
Visiting my youth, I sense a thrum of anxiety; the agony waiting for a coupon order to arrive …finally.
Or the thrum of being late for school or church, or almost caught enjoying images ahead of my years.
I live to tell, but didn’t know then—where there lurks a sheen of unknowing and feelings that plot, no doubt, my return.
