a memory sometimes hangs in the air
you can sense it and you can smell
the thickening of particles
of a different kind
perhaps like those that are quantum
oblivious to the rules of space
and the rules of time
the gluons and quarks of a prehistoric past
you can sense them and you can grasp
the buzzing of all flavours
as they’re meant to be
in one stranger’s summer garden
full of strawberries at noon
in nineteen ninety three
About the Poet
Katarzyna is a psychologist with an interest in psychoanalysis and writing. Her poetry frequently makes use of short form. She lives, works and writes in London.
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Lovely poem! It gives me that “ah yes, I know that feeling–what a good way to describe it” feeling.