Cartoon artifacts

All is just a dance

of reflection

across the skim of an eye

or screen or pond,

or before a curtain, say,

reflecting words or picture,

or rain or sky,

or performers or passers-by…

brushing across the senses.

So like the reflex grab

after a fall or trip

or gap moment (bending

to tie a shoe then

forgetting why I’m bent),

we grasp for handles…

mementos, souvenirs, artifacts…

proof of what

happened to us and

that it happened at all…

a shared memory.

So we cling to the painting,

film, play, book, statue,

posting, recording, and more…

and at the end like Porky Pigs

at the trough of life…

stutter “eouibida, eouibida,

that’s all, folks.”