Mudflats (#NaPoWriMo Day 30*)

Walls — mud surrounds a
city we can see from above,
climb the hill and look down
on the whole.
Fabrics blowing in the breeze.
The could have been
printed in a tiny room
tucked away in a house
built on decades of searching
and bringing beauty into the
world.
Stitching together a
daughter’s drawing.
She was lost, but perhaps
no more.

The last remnants of a
life’s work, ready to
be let go — so long
as the check is in
the mail.
As the mind lets go of
yesterday. Who are any
of us to get to remember
This experience?

Walk a hall filled
with the images of ancestry.
The formidable matriarch
greeting us with a face
that echos in this room.
Family gathers, and
talk about the meaningful
things — at least meaningful
to some.
The figures in the basement
have retired — sitting around
the TV room, guarding against
unwelcome visitors.

The back room — a studio —
empty, but full of un-
dyed and untouched cloth.
What will become of that
image from Bhutan? What
will become of 10,000 human
memories?

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*This one is a slight cheat…actually penned on 4/6. But thought I’d finish this project with this one. :-)