My Royal Watch

An object
So small
As I look at its golden reflection
I see.
I see the aging machine and the time capsule just sitting there in the distance
I see the memories, I scrutinize them closely, I can feel them
I can smell the sweet scent of the freshly baked croissant in Paris
I can see the man who reaches into his pocket and gives it to me
I can see my sitter who by mind and heart is my sister that guides me
Through the gardens of Marie Antoinette’s castle
I see the high sky stairs that lead to rooms full of history
You are the object I admire
And the only object that holds echoes of my real home
People say that everything happens for a reason
I wish I knew what that reason was
Time knows the answers to questions that we haven’t even asked ourselves
yet.