Past Life

Childhood memories -
scattered and disparate
pieces of life.
Goldilocks and pet rocks…
Charles DeGaulle in a box.
Unrelated parcels
in a memory warehouse
with no windows or doors,...
just the random extractions
through Freudian dreams,
or Jungian shadows.

We hide the boxes
we want to forget:
The beating, cheating
always repeating horrors of our youth.
They’re locked away
in the Do Not Enter zone
Everyone is looking for a key, but it’s gone –
Tossed into the night,
never to be found.