There are a million pictures
traced across my mind
I play them like a slide show
and pause them all the time

I order them in my files
I file them in my order
I put them in certain piles
some are taller; some are shorter

There are those certain moments
when the world was completely still
where I set myself an anchor line
so I could revisit them at will

Sometimes I wonder about the show
and sometimes I show my wonder
But when I think on the world I know
I find I don't really understand

There are buried pictures too
Some I've hidden and some forgotten
If I dig away the dirt though
I might find another garden

Don't run from them all
Don't build yourself a wall
Make peace with each piece
every picture of who you are

There are albums in the heart
They tell the story of our soul
and when we remind our minds
we find the way to be whole.