Photo-Graphs

I sort through these old photographs

Past periods and places of our own lives

Details long forgotten

Remembered on a tattered edge

Of material realities

There is a sense

A profoundest of senses

That all the things, all the great things, the small things

The tragic things, the hopeful things

Become buried beneath the sands of time

And the trials and tribulations of one generation,

Become the photos of forgotten faces and names

Of the next.

Seasons

Odd Ends: Perennial Poesy along the Way

2006