excerpt from "The Veil"

For some things there are no words. Only shadows. Phantoms in
the imaginary landscape of memory, domicile to the irresolute past.

In the light of the present we look but do not see. The veiled eye obfuscates, by force of habit, tenderness, abjection.

Memory, untethered, allows revisitation, but immutable time disallows redress. What is done is done. Choices are made. Consequences will be borne. Regret, if we are lucky, gives way to acceptance (a kind of mercy).

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Equivocation and a pesky client. Thinking: I must go do this thing, it
won't take long, Mom will be fine, I will be with her soon enough.

Meghan Ferrill