Another Memory

I remember looking back

at this very moment

even though everything

within it is happening now.

I remember the cold, the snow,

the smell of diesel burning

in the early morning,

the people silently waiting,

some sleeping, the jingle

and tune an arcade machine made

next to the payphones.

I must have known I would be here today,

thinking back on that moment

and switching the two

to make sense in my tired, restless mind.

I put my head on the pillow

and I’m carried away

to another day, another memory

in peace.