Reflections
Silence, not a sound, air still, dusk falls
And then it begins, thoughts, memories
Come unbidden, sometimes a few, or a torrent
I unpick them, hold them, turn them
Exploring from each angle, layers of an onion
Each depicting a view, a photo, a movie
Some with sound, others silent
Moments of my life, significant? some not
A returning exploration of my past
Events unresolved or unfinished or just footnotes
I watch as each carefully stored box opens, releasing contents
Not Pandora, no threat but emotive of course
They were placed there, somewhere in my mind
Until I am ready, prepared, resolved to lay to rest
Seems the time is now, not at my request
Seems this is how it happens, a word, phrase, sound or music
Each a trigger, starting the process, unbidden but accepted
I hold each gently in my metaphorical hands
Turning them, my eyes, heart and mind examining the detail
Learning much? Gaining insight?
Not sure but at each glimpse I feel a further step
Moments laid to rest, explained, sometimes resolved, sometimes not
Fingers so carefully placing each back in its precious place
Left feeling a little more at peace
Contemplating my reflection
Jan 2022
Copyright © Graham Bentley | Year Posted 2022
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