Flicker

A flicker of memory

can burst open doors

long closed,

dusty and splintered

on the outside --

radiant and rolling hills

within,

endlessly unfurling . . . . .

Timeless.

Grassy valleys flecked with daisies and lavender,

wild cushions for a child's somersaults

and open-arms dreams

from sunrise to sunset,

to Heaven and back.

Who'd have thought

one could touch Eternity

through a tiny spark

of yesterday?