Disguised in happiness, Camilla
cries to a forgotten sun as sand
and years slip through her hands.
Where are the tree-lined
riverbanks now lost to the
countryside? — behind city skylines?
She’s stirred life’s potential
into crystal jars stored on shelves
in observation of yesterday’s
In mindful moments she
sits solitary, staring across
the room, wondering how
the hurry of grey sky gazed