The Memory of Color

It has been a long while since you felt locked inside,
since the windows seemed unattainabe.
And for now you are content to look through the wavy old glass,

Knowing the feeling of darkness around you is a temporary thing,
able to remember sunshine and the warmth
in full knowledge you will find your way to the door

and once again bask in the heat so lacking here in the dark,
knowing this is a way station, no more,
suitable for self reflection and daydreams,

the memory of color to sustain you
even with your eyes closed.

About this poem

Now and again the depression comes back with a vengence. But it is never like the first time, because now I know I will emerge, I will always emerge into the light once again. Unless you have been there, uou have no idea what a powerful knowledge that is.

The picture was taken at the American Frontier Museum in Staunton, Virgina.

Tom