The ball of string I have wrapped so tightly
begins to unravel.
The hours I have spent sitting in my chair
Rocking back and forth.
I do not look at the ticking clock;
the reminder of time lost.
I can not move on until the string is wrapped.
But every time I think I’m done, the ball of string becomes undone
and more time goes as I rock to and fro;
always gathering string.
I tell myself this will be over
when the sting is bound in a tight ball
that I can carry around.
That is the boy
The smile. I think it is for me
There is a glance, so brief
A moment shared and forgotten.
A gift gone unnoticed.
Time moves on and so do I.
But that boy. That smile.
For a moment they were mine.
I smile to myself and remember.
Kilchurn Castle, Scotland (Original photo)
I took this picture when I was on a highland day trip. It was such a still winter morning and one of my most treasured memories.