Nowhere To Hide

Cascades of stretching autumn ivy snuggle close to the verdigris hardware of an intricately carved, but sun-bleached walnut door under a collapsing portico. Droplets of sweat trace jigsaw trails through the clinging film of dirt, revealing the white of fluted pillars looming crookedly and hunched by centuries of unappreciated exertion. An eerie nostalgia laps at my consciousness fettering my imagination to that very portal. What yearning is this, to peer backward through the impenetrable curtain of time? Curiosity gives way to fearful dread; wandering thoughts to waking realization; that it’s a frightful thing indeed, to love as death relentlessly pursues the same. What can be built that cannot be toppled… What can be polished, that will not erode… What can be loved that cannot be taken… behind that impenetrable curtain of time? 08/13/15