~

Taking a trip through my own history, and
suddenly
I have met nostalgia.
Sifting through the mass of hoarded supplies
I find many pencils of times past.

In both ways physical and spiritual
they have traveled the world, and
they have been influential for me.

Some the second life for a tree, and
saturated with the oils of Morocco;
while others, mechanical in their composition, with
beach sand captured in each chamber.

These utensils carrying memories, and
on into the future with destiny to be determined.

~