The little buggers
Of life that take
You back
To that place before

An elastic band is all it takes
To make you wonder
Arrive back there
In your house
Where did I keep them then?

All of a sudden
I’m walking around
Those rooms so long loved
I’m seeing the prints on the wall
Randomly but enthusiastically collected
Over so much time
during adventures in foreign lands

The document explicit
They were of my life
Viewing them daily
Always a journey

I’ve started again
To collect images
To reflect my life
Places and family

What would be a house
Without some representation
Of you and yours
In front of your face daily?