Glimpses of the past
captured in shots.
Much to relish and savour.
Much to learn from.
But they flash by
all too quickly.
If I could,
these still frames
I’d tessellate haphazardly;
for they never came in sequence.
Then I’d pan out to see
a view of a wall...
Towering to the heavens
as high as my vision could reach,
spanning the horizon
as far as my head could turn.
I peer
but with naked eyes,
a busy mosaic
of my history
told in sepia.
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC
Glimpses of the past
captured in shots.
Much to relish and savour.
Much to learn from.
But they flash by
all too quickly.
If I could,
these still frames
I’d tessellate haphazardly;
for they never came in sequence.
Then I’d pan out to see
a view of a wall...
Towering to the heavens
as high as my vision could reach,
spanning the horizon
as far as my head could turn.
I peer
but with naked eyes,
a busy mosaic
of my history
told in sepia.
