Faint impressions on raw clay,
brittle yet unbroken.
Press marked with notions
of my -other- thens,
my -other- whens.
Do you feel this motion?
This sway at your feet?
Thumbnail etchings
marking history
and lines long abandoned.
But today the light is poor
and my eye-sight is failing.
Do I know my yesterdays,
grumbles,
or did I make them today?
Timelines
"long abandoned" - I love a good poem well said and well executed about time and its nature - :Da