I cast
a frozen moment,
framed with still lips,
into the sea of infinite whispers.
There I follow
its relentless march;
from it's first steps at the browser's marrow,
to the deep pits of the fathomless scroll.
I watch it attract
a swarm of likes,
and a convoy of commentary:
words conceived at the meeting of keyboard and thumb.
I let it escape
the sharp cut of the delete button,
when it turns too young,
to adorn my Facebook stamp.
I hold it close
In its box of youth,
to keep me company
over time's cobbled path.
And occasionally
from these images I sip:
the elixir of memories
to taste the effervesce of moments left behind.
