Why should I take your time <br />describing in loving detail <br />the day so many years ago <br />when I smelt the air on a cliff-top – <br />sunlight, stubby wind-blown salt flowers, <br />still glitter of the sea, etc – <br />and knew freedom, liberation, <br />the blessing of landscape, <br />the magic of perspective… <br />all in the unfamiliar, so innocent, cliff-top air <br />that touched immortal on the cheek…? <br /> <br />I guess it’s like an expensive gift that you give <br />without unwrapping its elaborate protection; <br />inside, something both banal, and magical: <br /> <br />not the memory; but the memory <br />of being, just being; just being a child; <br />when the world spoke of itself <br />in every magic detail, unwrapped itself and <br />with so much to say… <br /> <br />the magic of memory; being, not quite forgot; <br />offered to you, not wrapped by me, <br />(watching your face as you open it…) <br />but, from yourself?<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-should-i-take-your-time/
