Remember
By Adele L
A familiar feeling
A warm glow
The tug of the current
The tickle of the wind
The curve of a leaf
The future peels away with the patchy bark of the ancient gums
Hours pass
Years
The creek runs slower, greyer, dull and measured, a droning metronome
The air sits, waiting for something it remembers
Tears don't fall
The sun is a smudge in the blackening sky
Those who are left watch the future slip with the past
Earth is a memory
Until there's no-one to remember