Little time capsules lie hidden
beneath the turmoil of passing lives.
Tiny mementos laid down
by strangers who passed this way
at some time in distant years.
An empty cigarette packet
someone enjoyed the contents,
but when the question remains unanswered.
Nuts, bolts, washers and screws
these mementos suggest something
and also another question.
Standing here, I stare around me
remembering my time here
and wondering what mementos
my life has left for strangers
in the future years.
Again another question
but not one I care to answer.
28 February 1986
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intriguing questions in here. I often come across things in daily life and realize that someone has left me a 'time capsule' without ever realizing it; sometimes from decades ago. It gives me a strange feeling of the fleeting quality of everything in life..(smile)