Skins Of The Past

When Letting Go Is Not Losing

In getting old..

great expectations soften,

allowing for gentle desires

where exuberance for upcoming

holidays, with all of the glitter,

shift to the background behind

a cotton candy fog

and you stand present in the moment of now

bedazzled by what is

as you stare upon the floor where memories

lay in multicolored clumps of wrappings

now skins, of gifts given and gifts received

skins, that might yet, have remaining possibilities

like a thousand paper cranes

waiting to be unfolded.

a.c.tomasulo