First Words Towards Some Sort Of Meaning

Random elements,
disjointed bits of past,
that game we played on a beach,
we had a name for it,
what was it?,
those birds that flew over our heads,
they took some of our beliefs with them,
did we lose something of ourselves
that day?,
but as I was saying:
little moments,
half-remembered most of the time,
triggered by the slightest occurrence
do return,
not to haunt us
but to enrich us,
to offer an explanation,
to help us with the whys and hows
we ended up here,
living here, now,
as ourselves