White Dust Perpetuity

 

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 archives of youthful bygones.

Like stars burned out,
disintegrating to dust,
time’s ancient knowledge
now finds its preservation
in ones and zeros.

For a few…

The latent residual
remains black and white chalkboard teachings
ingrained in rainbow dreams
struggling to be realized
in our hectic digital world.

Still…

For many,
yesterday’s simple magic
remains a flotilla of fog-like memories
desiring not to disappear,
its white dust recollection holding fast
as uncut jewels in the mind’s treasure trove,

a bounty of what was, is, and can be.