The only

Time I seem to

Be hazy, an evaporating ocean of

Memories has been under seizures, but now I

Even remember

Them like

A full moon over

Cornfields growing from the plains of

Colorado after a wet spring and a hot

June rising

We breathed

Together in the emergency

Room waiting for a reason that my

Mind blew away for minutes, an electrical storm

Electric haze.

It lasts

A child’s summer day

When sleep begins just as the

Moon slips behind the dark purple clouds to

See stars

I remember

Those nights in his

Lap waiting for fireworks and sparklers

Better than I remember yesterday’s seizure

It is my hypocampus firing off a blown

Processing unit.