(Thanks to James Lalonde)
Whirlwinds of memory.
A box of photographs.
I thumb through them,
paralyzed by the present, haunted by the past, fearful of the future.
The world around me gyrates,
Spins out of control.
Wars.
Wild fires.
Winds of winter.
Heading into chaos.
But here, in this box,
there is a past
no one can take from me.
My past
shared with those
caught with me
in those moments
when the camera clicked,
now relived in a present
before the unknown future
eliminates it all.
Erika Bizzarri 
❤️❤️❤️
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All is true. Know you are loved.
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Somehow I missed this post of yours, Erika; I don’t know why. ‘Little Time Machines’ seems such a clever description as well as an appropriate title: you put things so well. At the same time of course, as well as looking back, you are reflecting on the whirlwind of events going on now and are intimating a measure of fearfulness for the future. I think we all feel that these days; I don’t know whether you are speaking rather personally on this or speaking for all of us – I sense that my grandchildren are more fearful of the future than I was at their age, even though for me the backdrop was the Cold War. We are living through some very uncertain times but I guess we have to stick to our principles and hold on to hope. And of course keep taking photos. Best wishes as ever. J
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