Eclectic Shades Magazine December 2014 Issue V | Page 27

The choir sings praise music

and a great Halleluiah response

is crushed under the noise of a passing train.

Black and white photographs

(you'd really have to be there,

or read between the lines).

Smiling stills of spaces

between what had just happened,

and what was about to happen next,

taken with mum's Brownie camera

and put in a box where the years

twist and turn, pile and slide, in random order.

Street cars screech around corners

and clank down Cambridge Street,

Commonwealth Ave,

to the subway downtown,

weaving around the old neighborhoods,

by brick apartments

and rows of three decker houses,

the cobbler shop, the pizza place,

the penny candy store.

and that's how it was,

the depth and the height,

connected, interlocked,

syncopated rhythm of all of life.

Years fly by in colorful procession,

time wraps around itself

and life lives within itself,

and I live within life, within time.

This isn't deep time, just a short moment,

not important in any way, a series of nesting boxes,

and I still believe.

Kathleen Romana