Palimpsest

Memory

The imprint of that stone in my hand

Is still with me.

It links me to a past I cannot imagine,

To a present I cannot grasp

And to a future I will never see.

Looking at this stone reminds me

Of many things I had forgotten;

The great and the small,

Galaxies and nuclei,

Of beginnings and endings.

I think of family and generations.

I think of passings and mortality.

I think of Alpha and Omega,

All here, right here in my hand.

The imprint of that stone will stay in my hand

Until both it and I are no more.

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