Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser
Let’s say you took a trip to
and never got to see the sites.
All the places from childhood texts:
Arche di Constantino,
Fontana di Trevi,
remained to you as they were,
photos and stories.
But on your way to and from business meetings,
you passed a wall.
And embedded in that wall was a piece of white marble,
nestled there amidst ancient mortar and dreams.
It caught your eye,
again, once more, and again.
And each time you had the opportunity
and memorized something about its features:
The way the light reflects from its crystalline structure
under cover of sun or cloud or moon or lamp,
the chiseled edges and weather worn surface,
Irregularities of cut.
Perfection of being.
Until, it became etched upon your mind’s eye
and you knew,
knew with all the certainty of the Fates,
it would never leave this place.
Would that be enough for you?
To know one rock fragment
in one of the many walls of glorious
in passing moments of eternal intimacy?
For, this is what Life offers us in its most generous
of honest truths…
a construction of passing moments
with no guarantee of more
in which we can choose
to be fully present with another,
To see them so clearly that some aspect of their
essence permanently strengthens our Vision,
gives rise to fantastic works of art
know, Dear One, that…
I shall remember you,
© 2008-2013/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Note to Self: Poems for Changing the World from the Inside Out" (www.hiraethpress.com)