Universal Memory

The hope of so many writers 
Is to find a way to tell the story
Of one's own past and future
In a way that rings across the 
Shadow of every valley of life

Bringing tidings of the reality
That has been lived, will be
Seen, and is in this moment
The feeling; oh, what a fortuitous
Grasp of the words situated

Such that you see my memories
Unravel and quilt into a picture
Of the mirror image flipped
Sideways, that you saw when
You looked yourself in the eye