Sunlight spears through my brain piercing my thoughts
and refracting shadows on the wall as through etched glass.
I squint at the the glare of memories projected there:
The sweet smell of bacon grilling on a summer morning.
The feel of water running through my toes.
Sounds beat through my skull making my ears tingle.
A chorus of day birds in the early spring.
I shade my head and rest beneath the shadow
looking for the silence found in cold, wet mud after a rain,
or in the ice deep in a glacier blue.
The heat on my temple pounds out the beat of a salsa,
and I lie down in the rhythm of its dance
as waves of heat surround me
like mist surrounds a waterfall.