Father : Time

Mar 9

Written By Micah Hill

I stumbled across a picture of my grandfather and I,

we sit opposite of each other,

halfway between father time and memory.

the image diverges into a life once lived

and a life forgotten.

this was before the diversion stole his memory—

scythed our tomorrow,

clawed his head

until

today-meets-yesterday,

meshed together brains

until

home becomes unknown.

a memory,

marked halfway between

mortality and forgetting.

lost—

like the first time my google search bar learned,

of symptom.

a memory,

of us riding around a neighborhood,

turned into an hour,

destination blurred and lost,

slashed by moments passing.

a memory,

of phrases spoken more than once,

questions asked on repeat,

split into two by

years gone by.

I stumbled across a picture of my grandfather and I;

I wonder if anyone has seen him?

A Day in Minneapolis,