Through this closed window is the way to see it all. The lives of those past who left their mark inside. The rabble who now infest the home of generations. And, if you look closely, you may see the many futures open to each inhabitant.
Those there must choose as their ancestors did before. Will their dreams materialise, if dream they still do! Yet the action each takes, be it Sonic or homework; which food or which wine; to smoke or to not; to leave or to stay, can create a new world in which they then exist. Though each can then change and move another way.
The vibration they leave remains as a stain. Each choice that is made sends ripples around. Each swell, big or small, will move all it encounters. Be it little or huge nothing is ever constant. Reactions may be the same: to be buoyed or deflect; to go under or to swim; bob around waiting or speed off under power; look to horizon or to the depths.
The choices they make can drown in the tide of others’ actions.
Where will the rabble be in ten years, or an hour?
Words © Ron C. Dickerson, inspired by image, by bigjom via www.freedigitalphotos.net
We’ll be using this image again soon, as Joanna has written a couple of haikus using this picture as her focus. 🙂