My latest memento
is a miniature two inch surfboard
bought from Bali recently;
now adorning my fridge-
it reminds me
of those
memory-making-moments in Bali
and
also a failed bargaining-
such souvenirs
from all my different journeys
bide their time
silently
to drown me one day-
for
I know too well
I can’t be that bird*
owning nothing and flying-
Posted for Susan’s prompt keepsakes and Treasure Chests at What’s Going On Blog
WOW! great contrast to the Mary Oliver poem. I especially love “such souvenirs / from all my different journeys / bide their time . . . . ” It’s a “loving” animal lurking, one that grows over time! I, too, will not fly.
Sometimes the smallest of souvenirs provide the greatest memories! And since your small surfboard is on your refrigerator, your memory will be tweaked often! Smiles.
It is good to collect treasures – I’m glad you did – Jae
I stopped buying souvenirs for this exact reason… but I think owning nothing and flying away could just be a state of mind… !!
I cant be that bird either, though I had to downsize drastically during my last four moves. I still have a LOT of things I love staring at me from walls and shelves. Smiles. I love your poem, Sumana.
I have one of those from Bali on my fridge as well.Terimakasi for the reminder.
I love your little surfboard! What a lovely memento. And poem.
I love that little surfboard. It isn’t the object, it’s what the objects mean to us, yes?
Yes a lovely contrast to the Oliver poem.. written as delicately and beautifully as is your signature style.
Yes, there are times the smallest souvenir makes the biggest impact. It holds a volume of memories. So beautiful