now and again, without

warning or premonition

I am carried back, as if

abducted to a time and

place from my past,

~

an eerie in-body,

out-of-body chill

washes over my senses,

my mother had a saying

that it felt like someone had

just trod over her grave,

~

so clear is the illusion that

I can sometimes smell a

familiar aroma, a specific

scent that also conveys a taste

to the rear of my tongue,

~

by and large these

excursions are agreeable

pleasing visitations to

briefly meet people and

recall places that have

sculpted the important

shapes, directions and

choices of my life,

~

whilst these peculiar

sensations are initially

somewhat disturbing being

almost worthy of a loss of

consciousness, I have

learned over time to

welcome such fleeting

para-mental trips as

portent opportunities

to hone my thinking

~

I am no afterlife believer

and do not subscribe to

spirit contact of any kind

but I feel these episodes are

taken down and dusted off

from the shelves of some

cerebral library within and

I am grateful for the chance

to be occasionally granted

a peek behind its doors

 

© GRS 9/24