Time Capsules

The old keep their treasures close, so close that they cannot find them, their eyes sheer away from present, bare treasure-less days. The very old, but not dead to themselves recall the distant poetry of the lost and found, treasured trinkets they now keep on a charm chain once left on a train between there and here. If asked, they will confide to you that the bygones are still here, here where the young live in the shallows of an old ocean, a place where treasures are washed up as letters in a bottle written from all our future selves.