lath house

I love the way remembering lets the light in, as the sullen gray
Of consciousness dissolves into a yard, a pepper tree, a summer day,
And minor moments and details that had been buried in the past
Take on the clarity of dreams, with a transparency they never had in life.

John Koethe, from “The Lath House,” Northwest Review (vol. 48, no. 1, 2010)