Non linear time lines tangle
merging into one time,
the now time.
All things happening at all times
in a shoe box of photos and keepsakes ‘neath my bed.
Photos of children as they grow,
of weddings doomed and weddings blessed,
of loved ones gone and of times before
loved ones came to be.
Smooth skin, bright eyes, dark hair,
sapling and tree and firewood
phoenix and flicker
into and out of being.
There is no old, no young,
no tomorrows, no yesterdays.
All live in the shoebox amid the newspaper
clippings and children’s first teeth,
letters to Santa and letters from lovers,
curls of hair tied with red ribbon,
and a broken watch.
Lovely! And very evocative. I liked the final line ‘and a broken watch’. As well as being a perfect metaphor for the subject, it’s also true – every box or drawer of memorabilia seems to have a broken watch in it!
Although I suppose I should have suspected it, I am still astounded that other people do, think, and ‘collect’ the same things that I do. Our similarities, as a species, truly do outweigh our differences. 🙂 Thanks for the kind words. Nice to hear from you again!