Trigger Point

A light, powdery snow is falling.

Everything is getting lightly dusted.

All of a sudden, I want brownies

covered with powdered sugar for breakfast.

Thankfully, that is not an option.

Trigger points are intriguing.

A touch, sound, sight, or smell sends us

to a different place and time.

I collect and savor the ones that stir up

pleasant memories and release secret smiles.

Those that prompt hurtful thoughts expose places

that need to be dealt with, destroyed, and discarded.

I still want brownies.