Memory
Is a shoe box
Full of old photographs.
 
Occasionally,
We rummage through it
And a forgotten image
Is brought to life –
 
A single moment,
Frozen in time and
Preserved for posterity.
 
Captured reminiscences
In monochrome squares;
A disorderly index
Of past events,
 
Somehow retained –
Filed away in a shadowy
Recess of the memory box.



From the collection 'Assorted Bric-a-brac'