The closer I get
The more a masterpiece you appear
Looking back at them
How replete with memories are your years
At a cursory glance, you seem chiseled in stone, of rock quarried from ancient ruins. Your body weathered, as a once stately elm now tattered from the storms.
To get to know you seems pointless; the path to your heart long trodden, too hardened to trespass. Your aged years seem to have finalized the need for further discourse.
All too quickly, then, I summarize and dismiss you. My conclusions cause me to walk away, seeking friendship with a more vibrant sort.
It is only by drawing nearer that I see more.
There are subtle colors forged into your withered front. There is a fluidity of joy beneath the frozen surface of your countenance. There is a fire of enthusiasm smoldering silently within.
A lifetime of memories lie etched in every wrinkled line, wanting to break free from their dormant cocoon. Waiting for someone to draw them out. Longing for someone to listen and understand.
“Counsel in the heart of man is like deep water; but a man of understanding will draw it out.“
Words and photos by Sue Nash © 2014