Musings on Knotty Pine Memories

Knotty pine from the dark corner of someone else’s
Remodeled basement release a familiar odor as I
cut it down to size. The resin flavored aroma sends me
to another place. But I don’t know this place.
I have no conscious memory of this place. Just a feeling, a
Connection to something before now. But to when? To whom?

The knotty pine is cut and the new shapes assembled into
Valances that will be remodeled again one day. Will the future
Deconstructed valances bring the deconstructor here, to this memory?
To me? Will I live on namelessly as an unpinpointable shadow of a memory?

I rest my hand on the valance. I breathe the remnants of
The resin tainted vapors and leave my memory in the wood.