Poetry

muscae volitantes
 
floating
pieces of my
memories just beyond
the pale of the eyesight of my
dim mind
 
in the
morass of my
past the flotsam of what
I thought I knew flit by out of
my reach
 
still in
blind hope I wait
unwittingly for thoughts
long gone for wit long lost to me
I wait//
 
renato
13 october 2019