Winding Paths, by Remedios Varo Lost Time after Winding Paths by Remedios Varo I apologized for lost time blaming it on my hobbies streets filled with madness forests that leave no answers and a moon that merely murmurs where is god hiding? she is in the summer lightning the secrets of childhood streets faded newspapers and the nectar of summer cherries what do you love? only memories of blue fabric in an ageless manor and a one-wheeled life with no umbrella or shoes there are no saints no sunnier self what hides behind that wall is not forgotten not forsaken