“memory believes before knowing remembers”
-William Faulkner
I tell myself stories
as if I am my own
tribe entranced by a fire;
I repeat my tales
to myself for all
I know is belief;
I remember what I know
to be a truth so far
as my memory goes;
I know memory believes
more than I can know:
Within this bubble of firelight,
I watch you along my edges
singing your songs into the night.
(January 2013)
