Remnants
in the Attic
PSC /
2008
Rummaging through attic
keepsakes and photographs
remnants of a past
unknown and unremembered
odds and ends
snippets and clippings
from quilts of lives that
came before
a common thread runs through
us all
Whisper of touch tickles my
cheek –
art of ambitious arachnid –
spinning my mind
backward in time to marvel at
how
we are all connected
by thinnest of ancient lines
gossamer fine, strong as
steel
Linked by color of eyes, curl
of hair
bone and blood, flowing
through time and space and
memory
as a river over eons of rock
They speak to me in silence
stories told in my childhood
forgotten and recalled
memories re-captured and
over distances of time
I grasp the past
they touch tomorrow
we remain connected
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