Today’s the grist for yesterday
not yet faded by time’s stain
when the photos help sustain
fading memories beyond the veil

forever strains to be held
before the stream slips away
still we’re sure of our strength
to hold a mountain in our hand

the far landscape slowly moves
mistaken for the here and now
while the foreground zips on by
each is the whole of a snapshot

digital voices in their bottles
matched to faces of the past
they’re not the same as the now
it matters not for what’s been done

surety that all is fixed
becomes the falsehood in the end
when today continues on
with yesterdays dropped behind

still I insist I must reside
in a bubble that change resists
while taking photos to sustain
grist to use in future days.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180603.