Mysterious Memories
MYSTERIOUS MEMORIES
November night train halted on the bridge.
Arrested by constant mystery of river, I see
Her mercurial charm changing.
Winter is late this year. Her heavy liquid metal gell
Is preparing itself for frozen solidity.
Smelter-poured burnished silver coats the watery mirror
With deep reflections, and shadows of the past, like
Grandma’s old silver - precious, shining and
Lying mysterious in darkness in the half-open cutlery drawer.
With the blackness of mercury, liquid in low slow waves,
And the heaviness of lead swirling sluggishly
In the cooling mould, river is not yet plunged, solidified.
Unseen fish ripple her surface and are gone in near-inaudible pitch.
Her night voice murmurs low, indistinct in the dark’s metallic silence.
In the moving welcoming river, dark mystery unknowable.
From the bridge, the same timeless picture
Recast each day as the watery mirror changes.
Now stormy, now peaceful, now romantic, now sad.
Life’s picture changes constantly with time.
Stability in the changing life stream
Is like a window image in the night train,
Whose outside scene changes but inside image is constant.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2010
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