Uninvited the breeze blows

causing ripples of memory.

Had I not buried it deep enough?

burials of many kinds happened,

of facts, emotions and people alive or dead.

Being alive was scary,

burying was easy.

Scarred bodies and minds stayed alive,

despite burials and deep freezers.

I resort to fiction, which is within my control.

History told and untold,

have a life of their own,

nothing I can alter or disown.

February 3, 2025