curator

It is not the past
we're nostalgic for,
but the masterpieces
that memory stores
of moments with flaw
tastefully painted out.
We stood facing futures
and mucking about
in the joy of a now
that has gone so bright!

It's not worth recall,
disappointment and doubt
- but so much between
those omitted details
glowed so right.

With a once-treasured
friend, we can mount
in a flash, exhibits
and galleries stretched
for hours. From spare
back rooms, stacked
crated and safe, indexed
to an inch of our lives,
we have kept our fate.

It is ours. It is just
and fair, we omit
a few lesser works
of our cares

and truths
to fit.

Now when we look back,
there is no other place
that we'd rather be
than this version of it.