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