The Past and the Settee
The cane, connected by hands long gone,
Rests in the wood, with a dignified stance
Only time can provide. While the world
Quickly moves forward, in concentric circles.
The time has passed, through the old settee,
and the stories are written now, in each line,
in each detail of time, in each wrinkle.
The wood laying beneath the cane, knows about time.
The carvings in the wood, also know about
Time, and hide the stories of almost
Forgotten days. The past is buried, then, in
Every detail of the settee, with open eyes.
But if you look close enough, when
You sit, or lay down, you can see the
Past, refusing to leave, holding to the
Burning essence of its existence.
And if you listen carefully, and reach the
Deep silence of tranquility, you can
Hear the stories too, of yesterday,
And of you.