I wonder, at times, such as these most
recent days, why some reflections
of my reflections gone by seem somehow
dimmer.
Sort of dimmer reflection, like when the billowing clouds
pushed by strong winds cross the steady path
of the overhead sun and all visuals near and far
lose their rich, robust luster.
Then at other moments, a reflection of an
experience suddenly pops into the mind
and beams like 10,000-candela light of the
coastal lighthouse.
So, I watch the wind currents ripple the
rich blue-green waves of the incoming tide
amazed at the reflection of the sun's light
that shimmers, reflections riding in
wave and after wave.
Realizing, restively, that it is time that fades the
reflection on my past pathways traveled and not
the memory of the trip and the people, places
nor events themselves.
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