Daze

It hits first        
                
                    the smell

                                    before the other senses are engaged.

A scent of newness
                                   of innocence
                                                       of unspoiled possibilities.

Sound is muted                                                          faded 
                         like old photographs of events long past.

Skies
             slate-gray of the dawn
                                                  to the onyx-black of evening
              go from solid                              to a design of 
        slowly                     dancing                        white         
                   polka-dots.

Slow
                                                                          graceful
                        almost purposely falling
                                                                 not little clouds
   or wisps of cotton
                                  but like stray thoughts given form.

Stepping out                                    into the great wide world
                          it coalesces around me
                                                       becoming immediate

                                     intimate.

Standing still                                     I become a snowman
                not a man made of snow
                                                                                but
  a a man one with the snow.

Barely
                     felt
                                    landings 
                                                         upon me
                        faeries of ice and dreams
                                                                 convey an epherial
               weightlessness.

As white hope blankets all
                                    remaking ugly reality
                                                                   into Wonderland.

Decades
                            fall
                                                 away
                                                                        from me
                     makes me a child again.

As the
               seconds
                                                      stretch

                                                                                languidly


                                              into



eternity
  
                            I become lost in the moment
  

                                                               in the memories



in the beauty.