A day i remember

Dance, my mother says is a kind of movement that conjures spirit, soul and body into a realm unusual to a stranger and goodly strange to a spectator. I have watched my mother dance with her spirit forgetting her body –a resounding spectacle. But I often forget these things; like the day I got betrothed, and the day I brushed with death, and the day before the day before the day I stopped making trips down memory’s one-way lane. I forget everything because the past is like my occiput– the back part of my skull.

Someday, I will own a memory. I will own a day. I will remember because someone, something, some place will grip me with hands too strong for me to remove myself. And my mind will take a snapshot and my brain a video that may be saved forever.

leonell echa