Giants
Childhood memories
lurk at the back
of your mind
like when you were six
and you got out of bed,
snuck downstairs
and listened to the
adults talk and laugh
to find out
what you were missing.
Nothing they said
made sense to you
but the fact
that you had
infiltrated their secret meeting
made you feel
like a giant.
Childhood memories
come out of the shadows
when they feel like it:
unbidden,
while eating dinner,
on the cusp of sleep.
What was once so clear
is now murky
and mysterious,
details are lost
and you wonder
“How could I forget something
that meant so much to me?”
Now we are adults,
true giants,
standing over our memories
asking only good ones
to reappear,
eventually realizing
we are weak
and have no control.