Ether

Maybe this is the point of it

Trying to get to the end

Of whatever it is

And on the way find

These memories

Some not easy born

Dissolutions 

Strife and despair 

Memories are,

They are 

What is real,

And when they’re
So sometimes 

Beautiful

When they’re
Mostly 

Steady and forgiving 

Kind and generous

Leavened with compassion

They abide and

That’s the point 

Of it all, 

The ether of the
Truth.