One solitary puff of white
against a pure blue sky
appeared on a day when
nostalgia grabbed me while
driving along the James
River where I used to
stroll. With windows open
so I could hear the water,
I drove past the Z-dam
which used to enthrall
my grandchildren and
by the river rocks which
were so often filled with
the young who joyfully
offered their bodies to
the sun. Memories of
bygone years when I
lived a stone’s throw
away inundated my
thoughts. And yet those
years are barely a
blink in the vastness
of time just as that
small cloud is lost in the
limitlessness of the sky.
untangling the web 