Bodywashing

~

now and again, without

warning or premonition

I am carried back, as if

abducted to a time and

place from my past, 

?

an eerie in-body, 

out-of-body chill 

washes over my senses, 

my mother had a saying

that it felt like someone had 

just trod over her grave,

?

so clear is the illusion that

I can sometimes smell a

familiar aroma, a specific

scent that also conveys a taste 

to the rear of my tongue,

?

by and large these 

excursions are agreeable

pleasing visitations to

briefly meet people and 

recall places that have

sculpted the important

shapes, directions and 

choices of my life,

?

whilst these peculiar 

sensations are initially 

somewhat disturbing being 

almost worthy of a loss of

consciousness, I have

learned over time to

welcome such fleeting

para-mental trips as

portent opportunities

to hone my thinking

?

I am no afterlife believer

and do not subscribe to

spirit contact of any kind

but I do feel these episodes are

taken down and dusted off

from a cerebral library within

and I am grateful for the chance

to be occasionally granted 

a peek behind its doors

*

© GRS 9/24