Throughout the day <br />I go about my business <br />Steady to the challenge… <br />images surface in the stillness <br /> <br />Somewhere from the distant past <br />a replay of a scene a begins… <br />set in motion by a sensory nerve <br />hidden deep beneath my skin... <br /> <br />So real, that a moment controls <br />the present and all else stalls <br />Bound with ties of platinum strands <br />as the warmth of love recalls <br /> <br />10/16/2011<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/resurfacing-2/
