You Take It With You

Remember that you take it with you
All of it
Even the fuzzy and forgotten parts
It’s all there in the way you breathe now
In the questions you never would have thought to ask
In the new sense by which you navigate the world outside
And the world within
The legacy of every moment beats within you
Fifty, eighty, one hundred times per minute

[this one is dedicated to my friends Scott and Julie, who recently moved back to the US from Uganda, and to the many friends I’ve left and seen leave over the years]


  1. What a wonderfully succinct and artful way of putting it. And so very true at the same time. Thank you for encouraging me to not forget, James. Even though life wants to distract and get in the way, I can confirm and support the statement your poem makes: no matter how much time or distance there is between me and my experience, I always have it with me.

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