Middle Of Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

In an Arizona sun, sitting in a courtyard, writing alone,
loving peace descending upon me.

Quiet, intensely solemn, allowing the finding of interior
lights to illuminate pathways of imagination.

Thinking and participating in the middle of many memories,
being blinded by images as they crowd closely into mind.

An interesting array of beautiful, tantalizing subjects
basking in their essence, as I take wonder and curiosity
into inner realms of my being.