Amid the ruins.
Beneath the debris of catastrophic events;
earthquakes, tornadoes, fires, floods.
I wear a mask as I pick through memories
hoping not to get sick from them.
Memories;
Charred, buried, blown like trash
from a place that once was familiar, comfortable
into a wild directionless wind.
How exciting to stand here -
like a relic unmoving as the wind erases,
erodes, eradicates
where I was.
That which I will now follow
is this pebble in my chest.
This smooth, hard pebble I gently grasp
then cast
across the lake of my mind.
Where it skips, skids, tiptoes over the surface of reflections
from Memory to Future,
from Fear to Hope.
***
That pebble grows heavy as it travels the distance
Until it becomes a stone
that drops
and disappears into the Here and Now.
***
Waves ripple out from that point
circular and vast
in all directions.
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