Illusory Memory

Yeah, so y'all are getting another poem. I don't really know what to think of this one. It came out in a matter of minutes pretty much fully-fledged and kicking. Have a go at it:

Illusory Memory

There's a tradition

that makes me close my eyes—

tilt my head toward a half-remembered,

half-forgotten,

never-happened-to-me

tradition

An instilling in my short life

the bells of the cathedral

the beads of the rosary

the reading of the Torah

the lighting of the menorah

the rug of the Muslim

the call to prayer

There's a tradition

I've never known

that makes me lid my eyes

in thought

back to ancient days I can

not remember

never remember—

and yet . . .