memories of contemporary days

by mistersoto

those days
not yet so distant
disassembled by future progressed
once so solid
now victim to time’s erosion
weeks, months, years
fall now
dropping to the sea
washed out and away

returned to motes
the irretrievable moment
once a panorama beyond frame
now compressed
into a hard stone
that almost evades detection
held up to window’s light
a glimmer glimpsed
momentarily catches the eye