White Dust Memories
What history lurks
below blackboard surfaces,
wedged in creases of eraser felt,
in between folds of holding trays?
How pristine we wiped clean
the dark window’s surface,
making ready the day’s learning,
future remembrance,
yesterday’s youthful bygones.
Like stars burned out,
disintegrating to dust,
time’s ancient knowledge
now finds its rebirth
in ones and zeros.
For a few…
The latent markings
remain black-and-white teachings
embe dded in rainbow dreams,
struggling to be remembered
in our hectic digital world.
For many, however,
such simple magic
remains enchantingly airborne,
knowing not how to disappear,
its white dust memories holding fast
as jewels in the mind’s treasure trove.
But today's children have a photo record that will be on the Internet for a very long time of all of the activities, large and small, important or not, that they participated in, if only just selfies with others in locations diverse. When they reach the time of reflection like you and I, they can pull up a hologram of thousands of events chronicled by both images and recording of their voices. It will be very hard to have dusty memories for them.
Makes me wonder what life will be like in the next century if we survive to see it. And I believe we will and they will laugh at what we call science fiction movies today using comic book characters and children's toys as characters.
Ron