When I moved countries I packed up
books, notebooks and research papers from grad school
still marked with the dreams of youth,
stacked end to end in box after box and shipped,
all the way from there to here, because what if
someday I want to study “Information Theory” again?
the pantry, all the vinegars, sauces, extracts and powders
of all cuisines – Italian, Greek, Thai and Chinese –
once cooked into careful, intricate memories
stacked neatly in rows, padding in between,
piled into an over-sized moving carton, and bequeathed
to my little sister, to make her own memories with.
Boxes of books, notebooks and research papers lie
waiting in a loft to be unpacked,
dreams hidden inside dust and cobwebs,
preserved, forgotten, waiting to come true
while the vinegars, sauces, extracts and powders
have blended into someone else’s memories.
I think this is what one should do with memories
and next time, this is what I will do with dreams –
when they’re still new, liberate them to a loved one.