THE UPSIDE OF NOSTALGIA

Some days, mostly Sundays
old memories come flooding
back, random moments, sights,
sounds, smells, sentiments.
all the people
all the places
all the music
smiling faces
dancing bodies...
My first kiss at Blueberry Hill,
The dance hall as a child,
heat waves spent on the Beach,
the mystique of Hungarian forts,
playing king of the dock at the pond,
playing stairball with Matty,
bike rides with the Russian,
a number of endless days spent skiing,
picking strawberries with Moms,
the Saab and the smell of apples
on the way to soccer games,
taking sweats at Prickly Pond,
late lost nights with Loren,
the drive to and from the Wetlands,
replete with burning seats,
outtie in the Audi to the Went,
glow-in-the-dark frisbee nights,
the endless summer to end all summers,
show after show after show,
too many to name, only they know,
spring mornings and summer evenings in Montana,
my first XC trip with my Dad,
late night exploratory walks at UCSC
with new friends in a new place,
Andrea showing up at Penny's,
sun-lit afternoons at 526 Mission,
the cocks crowing in Soquel,
watching the sun rise over
West Cliff at the Chico house,
a Los(t) summer with my Angel(e)s
bouldering at Indian Rock
with Anthony in the morning,
the climbing gym with Shannon,
oystering on Tomales Bay,
day-off morning coffee on
the Claremont back porch,
late nights decompressing
with Maya and bowl and beer,
bumping "In a Little While"
across the Bay Bridge with Alex,
the fucking "Californians" etc.,
making art with Andy and company,
some afternoons at Turtle and Castle Rock,
the Spiders/Kidsmoke jam,
nights with Keith and Erica,
karaoke upstairs with the Mob,
flying kites at the Berkeley Marina,
mosaicing the shower, dot dash semi-colon
and ping pong at the barn with Fife,
surfing with BoomBox,
volleyball Sundays, soccer Tuesdays.
As the future collapses
on the fleeting present,
melting into days passed,
though this time flies fast
and the now never lasts
and these moments move
too quickly into the past
I will have them forever.
Tomorrow today will be
but another old memory,
a reflection cherished.