A large antique rose hued ovoid defines my 61+ years’ past.
Subtle changes occur as new wafer-thin memories
settle in layers, one upon another.

Arrogance, discourtesy, and challenging behaviours of others incessantly stain the past.
In time, angry bruises fade to blotches,
finally morphing into smirches and dots.

Emotions, beliefs, and self-recriminations
jostle in gentle stewing
ere burgeoning into recollections, reminders,
remembrances.

Silent brain-wringing turmoil.

Above an etheric pale grey-blue future floats –
seemingly innocuous –
yet ominously waiting.

A paper-white, irregular circle
pierces both rose and blue: authenticity within the calm of the present.