The Unremembered

The Unremembered From the deepness of unconsciousness floats up pieces of memories, like torn pictures of a past I can’t recall. I see a child standing on a chair seeing his image in the window. A man, in the street below looks, up and smiles. A war plane, flies low comes nearer, flies right through the house and continues out to the sea. Old dreams and forgotten memories have no beginning, no ends; they can’t be expanded and made coherent. A mighty surge of fear passes though me, an unremembered memory absorbed into my nascent brain before I was born? The unborn child remembers but there is silence and it can’t be articulated into words. I listen to an ancient hum that is as old as nature to better understand a future that has no knowing conscience.