Time backwards

I dropped a thought somewhere

on the vast sands of Time.

Was it a footprint

to be tracked

by someone

in need of direction?

Or someone mellowed?

Or destined to be swept away

by the hurricane that followed?

 

I did not walk back

to retrace it.

I created a new home

Not with shapeless sand

but solid, rectangular bricks.

 

It led to

a defined structure

permanence, security

baked in the kiln

maturity.

 

The dust that flew in

thru’ the windows

felt like familiar grime

tt was the same sand

I had left behind in time.

 

Writephoto by Sue Vincent