Sneezing through a memory

… and I return
to some place
that’s somewhere else,
like the yellow dust from 1974
which I have some idea
I remember-
shortly before
my parents took me to see ‘Jaws’
and I was five years old

I have the same feeling
of inappropriate excitement
and I wonder if they recognized
what I know now,
how things get ruined
when one talks too much
or doesn’t think
or tries too hard

… and I return
to some place
that’s always grey
that will always be-
even if buried
beneath teapots and exuberance
and I wonder
if I’ll find anyone else
as I shuffle in dust