I’ve been meandering down memory lane,
Seeking the people and the places
That filled my soul with love and my mind with thoughts.
The people are gone–
Some sleep in the dust,
Others are in new places and seasons.
The places are empty–
They stand silent,
The meanings are as lost as the people.
The springs that watered my soul and quenched my thirst
Have turned stagnant, brackish
Polluted by decaying detritus.
I thirst once more.