In Memorandum of the Good

Ernest W. Williamson

I do not know why I remembered.
Everything. White sunlight tickling
My hair. Me, the brown little boy. Age 5. Sitting
Happy subdued. in August as if Santa came fortnight.
So strange, the music of the ocean waves
Me and Andrew atop sand building a castle.
Both of us smaller than bad blood, colored
Reminders, or corridors of askance; treason in the trees. Oblivious.
Now, I do not know why I forget everything else.
The frowns on your faces. The colors of your reminders. Oblivious
The matters in your lives. The oceans with bleeding
Waves. The two buddies fighting to the death.
again. Oblivious. in a yellow dump truck.
My Mork & Mindy lunchbox. Oblivious.
From age five to eight. Andrew always smiled.
Whether we were building sandcastles or not.
Whether the news gives a damn or not.
Whether or not we
in essence
mattered.
As did the sand.
Sandcastles
Ocean music
White sunlight white
Smiles unending.
Dump truck. Yes.
The yellow one.
Oblivious.
A yellow one.

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Ernest W. Williamson

Dr. Ernest Williamson III has published poetry in over 200 outlets including Roanoke Review, Pinyon Review, I-70 Review, and Penwood Review. Williamson's poetry has been nominated three times for the Best of Net Anthology. Ernest lives in Tennessee.