Light Falls Through You ...

"But look, there is snow on the floorboards, where the wind
brings it under the door.  You are in shadow and then light. "

Anne Simpson

 

Light falls ... lovely turn of phrase.  Night falls, but the heart is in charge when light falls,  illuminating  those objects/subjects which mean most to us.  And if they can only remain as memories, we may still allow them to haunt us, though they are obscured  through the faulty filter of of our memory lenses.

Margaret Laurence wrote about memorybank movies, where certain key memories are stored in our minds, to be replayed from time to time.  What I like about the poem by Simpson is how she realizes that even those most precious memories will slowly fade, or at least become frayed around the edges. That flashbulb, the heart, can retain the feelings, but the image itself ... well.  So, can we look inward and revise those little movies a bit?  Can we fix them, re-image them,and is that okay?