An oil painting found in Seoul, Korea
A reflection of a full moon shivers on the lake.
Unlike the moon above, the wind moves her on the surface
as well as underneath as a muskrat slips into the water and swims below.
The reflection is always changing,
always dappled and slightly blurred.
You can reach down with cupped hands and try to hold her.
But she won’t stay.
She slips through fingers, altered by the holding-on attempt.
A memory of a moment rests in your heart.
Unlike the past event, your current viewpoint alters the reminiscence
as well as deeper changes revised by growing wisdom.
The memory is always changing,
details erased, and boundaries blurred.
You can reach into your memory with intent and try to hold it.
But it has changed.
Meshed with the now, altered by the new remembering.