Transitions

I can mark the births, the deaths, the marriages;
can say, ‘This happened here… that there…’
But the eel years which slide away to shadows
behind my back, ring in their changes
silently, unseen.

Then, I am left astonished;
wondering
at all my lodestones lost,
consigned to yesteryear
and muddy memories.

©  Gill Dunstan
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