Benefit of Reflection

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Some memories sound
Like a harp echoing,
Look like crystals
Blazing in white light.

Others smell of sulfur,
Feel like fire blazing
Around the neck and face,
Look like a dark dungeon.

Yet they all taste
Like the sweet honey
Of age and experience
Down a one-way passage.

Memory this and memory that,
Prying open the doors of wisdom.