bridges are so hopeful
Heidi’s cooking oils in colorful bottles
before a bay window with the afternoon
sun’s sparkling reflections.
You were here in the time of dinosaurs.
If only we could understand your tall tales
and whispers in the evening wind.
the mechanics of a mind
turning rusty with ample time
grinding teeth, fails to find
strings to silence and to bind
magic and memories,
wonder and wizards,
the unexplained and the unexpected,
gold dust and glitter might
live quietly behind old doors
Sorrow clings like fog
This Moment inspired by Amanda Blake Soule at soulemama.com