The past is never far away when you carry it with you
like the mountains of Colorado
or the smell of my grandfather's desk
or holding my best friend's daughters for the first time
or bowing while receiving my degree
or playing man hunt (three versions)
or our first kiss at 12th Avenue and Sherman Street
or realizing I can play a "boys' sports"
or being swung by my parents' hands while walking through a parking lot
or making up "It happened on Alpine Place"
or buying my first car and feeling like a "real" adult
or dancing to mad, crazy industrial beats 'till 4 a.m.
and each day is an opportunity to create more wondrous "past" to carry in my satchel