Watercolor Daze...

The memory is there, as solid as wood, implanted in my serendipidous brain
... and heart



But time, as elusive, as it mostly always is
... quickly, yet slowly... set it quietly and riotously apart


Like a picture, spoken and unspoken words falling off my undisciplined watercolor brush,
... forming a slightly faded snapshot from the past

I can always go there, sit on that bench... remember and see, or create what I like, in my Heart

It doesn't become any more real, or less real
... it just is... what it is ... as it was what it was...

Photo by me ~ Aiken State Park