It's Still Life

Somewhere

That’s the way of things, isn’t it,
the past.
Always waiting there.

It’s a long shadow, like
boarded-up windows to keep out
                    the sun and salt air,

or like cold rooms where you
don’t dare breathe because
the air is damp
                    and rotting,

or where trees you knew as a child
are long dead, and new ones are
                    growing in their place,

where mist hangs on the wrong side
                    of windowpanes,

or when your parents are dead,
and you look for them in some
                    vanished star, because

that’s the way of things, isn’t it,
of childhood, of watery shadows
that reach somewhere back
                    into your past.

#SOCS Stream of Consciousness Saturday “Where” Photo by Marco Bianchetti on Unsplash. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021