Jen taking the salad out of the refrigerator (an edit)

 

So, right hand holding the door’s handle, she bends

at the knees and leans into the open fridge
as she talks to me about events of the day —
her hair falls to the left side, her face

faces me even as her left hand reaches into…

the refrigerator’s light
catches her perfectly

and this frozen moment reminds me
of all the reasons why— and isn’t it

just like the mind
that it takes a shard to capture the whole.

All the years…all the minutes…
blend and are forgotten until a moment

such as this when she leans into a fridge

and I remember everything

but not everything…

just the essence — the way a smell

can capture the entire
when in reality it is but a part.