One Memory

How one image stays in your mind
one second of time
pine trees in the rain.

Looking out of the window
in the house of some friends I rarely visited.
The long, soft needles of the pines
the soft rainy sky.

No one else has ever seen that moment, that place
that memory.

How one image leads to a string of thoughts
it was a beautiful house (which means, it was very much to my taste)
very suited to pine trees and rain.

How to live in such a house, in such a way
the fields stretching out in front, the pine trees behind.
Is that how to live well?

one moment, one place