Playing Mahjong in the middle of the night.
Laying in bed and winding down by doing useless puzzles.
Here it comes, out of the blue,
a memory from a childhood
A lunch eaten at a strange place,
tasting the food in my mouth,
even smelling the smells.
Each detail so vivid like it just happened
Though forty or more years away.
We are the future, past, and presents
at all time.
And sometimes there is a rift in time
and all becomes one,
for a few moments in time.
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