246/365


246/365, originally uploaded by d_g_s.

He could be me, the boy who sat here moments ago, a reflection of myself back in 1975, a boy of eleven embedded in a strong sense of individuality and sense of identity. He even sits in the same manner, knees drawn close to the chest, arms wrapped around the legs, a slight rocking motion. Sitting outside isolated in a self-imposed seclusion from any community. In this moment of his present tense he wears my face. The present acknowledging the past.

Now of course he is a figure in the past. He no longer sits here watching the pond rocking itself back and forth in the same rhythm he rocked himself.


The boy sits focused
in the eye of memory,
facing winter winds.

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