Entry

In small notice

Pixabay

And in the beginning or so it is told to me.

My arrival brought great joy.

Time was marked.

The ink began to dry upon the page.

In preparation for a story to be told.

Born old I brought history.

Ears failed to hear anything but coo.

Eyes consumed in all things new.

Feeling I was but a baby.

Throughout time there has always been excuses not to hear.

Always a reason to see but a child before you in sight.

And in the end, I will have gone as I came.

In small notice.