Fragile memories

I remember pulling the doorbell wiring with my bare hands, the book barricade, my head sunk into the water pale and the crisp evening fountain. I remember fleeing, seeking shelter in a train wood shack nestled between iron rails, the all-nighter express, spearing seashells on fertile marshes and the silver pyrite handed by the travelling miner. I remember the soft spoken Egyptian on his way to a promised bride, the fear of speeding through intersections, marmalade jars basking under the Autumn sun. But tonight I recall the eyes of the proud seagull beaking into walnuts under the sunset cedars.