The Ten Year Drift

“The Ten-Year Drift”

 

                   Ten years buried,

                   Like a cabin under frozen snow.

                   Surface: A sudden knock at the door.

                   A return of ten years.

                   Suspension of consciousness

                   I am relieved. Twist of fate; 

                   An icy chill on a white blanket

                   slate, fresh skin; a new life.

                   As the sound of snow sonic,

                   pillows over the cabin.

                   There sits our picture.

                   Fades to old blue.

                   Once a shared shadow.

                   Becomes an instant replay.

                  We sat looking out of the window

                  Sharing an age-old bourbon.

                  Stirring in clouds, inside clouds.

                  A jewel in this moment,

                  Old friends together again.