When Memory Finds a Home

Can a moment roost?
The conception of a time
can be lost on a cold day
with nowhere to relieve its feet
and the terror of being caught
outside by malevolent forces
against the immovable object
of unfriendly elements.

Yet any ramble
will reveal bramble

soft discarded feathers
loft regarded tethers

welcome, you might be
as love seeps, into thee

naught goes to waste
even tubes of paste

as you cannot redo
that which happened
to you
but you can feel
that your past is real.