What Has Been Forgotten


Softness and lines that have not been hardened

Marks of history and experience

Thin white stripes of lightening across the skin

Proof of space made

Space for another life or for more of ones own

When did we forget that deep grooves in the ground imply a path well traveled

That fruit becomes soft when ripe

or that flowers swell in bloom

When did our softness become something to be rid of

Good for nothing but to be forgotten

Photo: Charlie Howard via @charliehoward