Never seen, but in retrospect

It could be said that islands
are not originally there by choice,
but broken away, fragments
of a previous whole, moments
that didn’t hold on,
yet the reasoning isn’t always

A hand that didn’t grasp,
but pushed, pulled
until there was no
mutual understanding
of taking or giving in.

Later, a touch,
of a footprint in the sand,
joining it into the perfect fit,
and seeing it’s there
with a focus of its own.

In a once upon a time,
the dividing line
the sun left behind
as it dipped away,
was indistinguishable
from the sea pulling down
upon a feint wave.

Until the tide brought it ashore,
bottled up as a memory.


6 thoughts on “Never seen, but in retrospect

  1. what a beautiful picture.
    and the first stanza is absolutly stunning

  2. nectarfizz says:

    Sounds slightly whistful in some ways.

  3. Matt says:

    It is a bit wistful, yes, retrospective too.

  4. Uncle Tree says:

    That’s really swell, Matt!
    You took a big idea and put it in a small bottle.
    I like the looks and the feel of it. Can I rub it?

    I’m checking out Dhyan’s favorites.
    It’s very nice to meet you!

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  6. Matt says:

    Uncle Tree, thanks very much for stopping by. I guess we all tend to put big ideas into little bottles until we’re ready to uncork them, sometimes they’re eventually opened, sometimes never. This is once such distillation or bottling up.

    And yes, you can rub the bottle although the memory of the genie will be all your own. 🙂

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