Memories
they shuffle ever forward
passing through each other
unstoppable
a cupboard stored full
of all the years gone by
what do you make of that?
I went to ask advice
from a wise man
in a faraway cave high in the mountains
where he lived
submerged in the wisdom of God
he looked at me in a friendly way
and spoke
my child
take something from your store
a beautiful memory
an image
a word
a sign
and weave them
with threads of thankfulness
through to the present
in this way
you double the happiness
and halve the pain
I thanked him and descended
as though I had wings
Oeke Kruythof
Jenny Narraway translation/transcreation