Poetry

The Alchemy of Memories

Waiting through sunsets.

A small house at sunset, near the entrance of the mining company in the small town of Cananea, Sonora. Mexico. Photograph by Ivan Melicoff.

There’s a distinct beauty to the sunsets in this place;
the sunsets in this life.

A subtle underlying sadness
transforms into nostalgia,
when this little house
abandoned in the sun
is graced by the last light of day.

I love the alchemy of memories.

A postcard from my past
tells me things have changed…
but then again, they’ve not.
We’re all a little house,
bathing in the sun.

Waiting on our dust.

From my family series “Erosion”, reflecting on how places, people, family and memories change only to fade away before our eyes.

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