Temple Of Dendur, MEtropolitan mUseuM, Man-hattan
Topic: Travel Musings
New York City Day Dreams
All we have are Fragments in Space

Held like the remaining pieces of a jig saw puzzle,
in the palm of civilizations childish hand.

Close your eyes imagining these Temple stones at the MET to be but a few pebbles in the Nile of time.

An afterlife played by a few lonely pieces on fates chess board.

Players playing themselves paused between move reverie.

I wish these thoughts into a game of coins tossed across the slack ebony pool.

Ripples barely reach the papyrus stands, like my gaze floating toward the statuesque guard ladie's implacable expression.

She stands like a flesh and blood goddess immobilized by the museum blue suit.

Long neat cornrow braids, silver hoop ear rings eyes glint through glasses at the crowd of children lining up in formation to approach the inner sanctum.

An island on and island on and island a brief glace around at the spirit door before which the offerings are placed by processions of bare chested icons barring all manner of worldly wealth for the afterlife's royal occasions.

Does our generation have any inkling of the vastness and pressing weight of the yawning jaws of time.

Will the futures children imagine us if they stand in line to experience a revolving door wrested from the skyscrapers of yore?




"Life is not a problem to be solved but a mystery to be experienced"