Now I carry those days
in a tiny box wherever I go.
I open the lid like this
and let the light glimpse
and then glance away.
There is a sigh
like my breath when I do this.
Some days I do this again and again.
~ William Stafford, closing strophe to “Remembering”
Credits: Poem – Memory’s Landcape. Photograph: catching light by karin.krn via eikadan
Revisiting a precious memory, yes, yes, a perfect evocation….
Like Kooser, another master craftsman.
Beautiful – words and image 💛
Thanks Val
I love that image, the light streaming in, the promise of a new day.
Me too Carolann…was arresting when I first came across it.
A great way to start a Friday David. Thank you!
Thanks. Have a great weekend Debra.
beautiful –