Are there drawers in my mind,
a bank of my entire life?
A timeline that when I die,
will play back the whole thing
from my first blink
to my last line.
I sure hope so,
or I fear my life has been a waste.
It has come and gone and been forgotten,
even by it’s host.
Or is life’s value in the moment,
in a place where it cannot be captured or erased.
Perhaps it is in the inhale,
in the exhale,
in the wind hitting my face.
C. 2009 Emily Clibourn
a bank of my entire life?
A timeline that when I die,
will play back the whole thing
from my first blink
to my last line.
I sure hope so,
or I fear my life has been a waste.
It has come and gone and been forgotten,
even by it’s host.
Or is life’s value in the moment,
in a place where it cannot be captured or erased.
Perhaps it is in the inhale,
in the exhale,
in the wind hitting my face.
C. 2009 Emily Clibourn
Now....Some lovely photos
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