Token

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?

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

In praeter papiat.

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"long abandoned" - I love a good poem well said and well executed about time and its nature - :Da