possession

Photographs are, by a long shot, 

a most feeble attempt at possession.

Think on it, and you´ll see,

how, after glancing for more than a moment´s notice,

some of those smiles seem plastered, or tinged with a hidden sadness,

or, hopefully, somewhat true.

The setting, then, becomes surreal: majestic lakes, snow-kissed mountain tops

or skyscrapers on end in a bustling city full of lights and wonder;

and those thoughts, that we often hope would turn to slumber, 

return.

Perhaps on a cold Sunday such as this:

when the weather starts to go awry, 

the Sun seems more like a blessing than a shining steward;

and the wind, oh, who can fight with such an unforgiving notion?

So, we tread on:

on this lonely and beautifully carved path called life,

collecting people, places, names and dates

with a click,

only to be reminded of something that was,

but, sometimes, will never be again.