I blink an eye.
The black and white is now coloured.
Communication appears smaller,
But casts its net much wider.
Family is extended,
And close means something else.
I look around.
Faces are familiar but grown.
The stories accelerated,
Through arcs of achievement and angst.
Suddenly is all of a sudden,
And I wonder how we got here.
Back and forth.
The living room alternates its sepia tones.
This was once, now and to come in one.
I can imagine, but not comprehend;
Wonder, reminisce, be grateful,
Acknowledge the grace in time.
Man passes like a breath,
Yet God keeps careful watch.
Missed moments are stories for later retellings
Of falling, catching, loving, becoming.
I’m reassured that what I miss
He has waiting in eternity.
The clock is done, the pages filled,
Book cover falls flat in a heavy clap.
What will last and what will pass?
What will matter of the black and white?
Who will wipe away the dust?