ojobox: the curious lens of memory

To remember this is like looking backwards
through a telescope
trumping the rules of depth of field.

22 January 2013

la puerta

Beyond the cloak of splinters is a quiet temple but we couldn't enter,
there was no handle to turn
and the key had been lost long ago in the riddle of war.
Now it is a hieroglyph of painted prayers, worn away to shadow
like an amphora half submerged in a shipwreck's silt of centuries.