time capsule.
a message to you, far flung futurist,
dusting away debris, or
perhaps only boredom.
five words only
carry them in you
standards
against despair,
their meanings,
treasure, and
their connotations
forever
carefully preserve:
the first word is ‘hope’,
the second word is ‘bliss’,
the third word is ‘forgiveness’,
the fourth word is ‘kindness’,
the fifth word is ‘language’.
and should it come to pass
a day in which they seem
no more to remain
amnesia whispering
from the shadows
remember instead
the moment in which
first you knew
what it was to feel
memory from sensation
standing in the doorway
cool breeze of home calling
and from the inside
beyond sight or hearing
a favorite wafting
to caress the nose
rise into mind and
call forth these
for in its arrival
were they first bound
long before
this decreipt capsule
you knew them
inside you
like the stirring breeze
that heralded mother
as you entered
the kitchen