Pieces

A line in a song, a verse in a poem, a guitar string, a violin's bow, a person's laughter
a song in a movie, a cold bottle of beer, a band's opening song, a slight touch of the hand,
the smell of the rain, the feel of grass, the wind on our skin, the way a smile spreads across a face

things that remind us of moments when everything felt right, when things stayed in the present, no qualms about the morning after. Just living from one moment to the next, not waiting for something to happen. Being both active and passive shadows in our lives. Pieces of ourselves we keep forever. The spaces, the breaths, the closing of eyes, the subtle things that define the passing fancy. It doesn't matter if we remember them sober. Because the mere intoxication from our flitting flights of fancy, from the memories of our hearts, that is enough to take us on a trip to an altered state of mind.