After all that have gone before.
No one left to claim the contents,
so it becomes mine.
Scraps and relics of foregone places,
tug on my mind for the slightest traces
Remnants of vaguely familiar people
who caused me to be.
Reminders of the way
things came about in my history.
The past revisited
in fond recollection.
I study the faces
and strain for a mention
of a name. Many are unknown
and will remain so.
But, in the myriad of this photographic
patchwork I find a common thread,
which binds this present
to those long agos.
This sepia tone
is the trigger that fires these synaptic
glimpses at who I have become
and of the people who “brought” me to this place.
Sepia is the color of memory.
(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2017