PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
It happened.
The world fragmented into pixels.
Tiny pictures, mini-worlds,
that altogether did not make the same as a whole life.
Explosions of change that were indelible,
Obliterating familiar,
Decimating normal,
Forever altering the view of what it’s supposed to be.
How does one recover from such an alteration?
Where is home for the soul when the soul is lost?
Who will help the hapless wanderers to feel safe again?
There’s no going back to tomorrow and today has been chased by fear.
Look once more,
there’s still some of yesterday, reflected in the rain.
We will find our way.
Something about this week’s photo © and provided by Roger Bultot for Rochelle Wisoff’s Friday Fictioneer’s photo challenge struck me in a melancholic way. I’m not sure why. It doesn’t match my mood, but still my first reaction was one of destruction instead beauty.
Hopefully, the chord my 100 words strikes is one of inspiration despite hardship and disorienting change.
We’ve all been picked to be on this planet at this day and hour, so do your best and pray for the rest!
Happy St. Pat’s to my Irish friends of which there are some who are my relatives! Clare
Clare Graith 