Sunday, February 07, 2010

The Hour of the Biscuit

A stanza from Chase Twichell's poem

What does it mean,
“to let something go”?
It sounds like releasing a trout
or a bird with a healed wing,
but they can’t fly or swim
back to the life before.
Letting go is forgetting.
I know; I didn’t want to believe it, either.
But memory dies when it
lies down deep in the forest,
leaving no trail of crumbs.

Resonant words.

1 comment:

jo said...

I love this too particularly as I am trying to convince myself that i have to let go. i do wonder how it relates to the earlier stanzas but perhaps it isn't supposed to