Small child sits upon a downed tree below a sign,
His sister sits beside him under a sleepy fall sun
And I drive by slowly watching beyond the glass.
A parent takes a photo,
A woman moves backwards,
Camera raised to catch the scene
And the boy looks up to the birds that fly
There on a dirt road.
Precious mountain it is called,
A place I’ve never been
Yet the image keeps returning to me,
The moment forever captured in a strangers memory keeping box
And I wonder if as the years pass by,
Will those children remember that very moment,
Will happy memories of a day in the warm morning
Come flooding back to bring joy.
I am here though in a separate place
Far from that gentle beauty of nature,
The snow falls around me
Showering down like asteroids in a game I recall,
I imagine my car as the blaster
Shooting particulate to dissipate these huge orbs
And they cover me and I watch alert
Remembering days of no school
But grown now and expected to be
In places that need to keep moving
And my car barrels through
As my mind drifts away
To that snapshot I had taken in time
Remembered so far away.
Thoughts on coming home from Florida a few months ago and a family taking photos, capturing memories….the snow races two inches an hour and to work I move, lost in thoughts of a yesterday.