my senses are a time machine
they lasso me back to the 80’s
to my childhood
whether it is a summer morning
lit up with bright sunshine
being serenaded by the cardinals’ melodies
I am sent back to summer break riding my bike to the pool
or an October evening with an Autumn breeze as warm as June
my footsteps crunching down the block
I am sent back and a smile grows across my face.
Now, it is the fireplace aroma grabbing me
with lightening speed back to winter break
sledding in frigid air on metal disks
and the late afternoon dim light
I see the tiny white lights on the trees
lined down the village streets
the warmth of this memory hugs me
my bank is full
it is almost bursting at the hinges
my senses are the combination that unlocks my safe
its contents remind me
life is good!
Poetry 