creating something to reflect upon

my college roommate dated a black guy
who taught me the Roger Rabbit
in the kitchen at a house party
and at age 36, I can still do the move-
not that it's something to be proud of

it's funny how we recall the details
of the most goofy shit in life
as we look back briefly on memories
trying not to dwell there too long
for fear of missing the present unfolding

all these marvelous moments of struggling
through the possibilities of trying
to discover exactly what it is
that makes us keep on trying
despite all signs that we should quit;
only seeming to fuel our desires

we are incredibly strange characters
doing ridiculous dance moves in the kitchen
from the archives of our college years
while wearing pajama pants and a tshirt
swearing to our daughter that at one time
we seriously used to be and still are cool

these are the times we remember
that will bring us to tears
as we reflect upon the fleeting moments
hoping to anchor one for just
a little bit longer before we fade
in to mere memory of another's reflections