My Picture: Christmas Day Fishing – River Wei , Xinxiang, China.

Shadows cast by the street lights,
and a world taken for granted.
Haunt time walking by the river,
and the lateness of the world.

This is one picture, a second
ripped from the concepts of a life.
But one that each morning
rises and sinks again.

Each moment cast, held together
by lingering strands of hope
as only harsh things can.
Recalled and revised for another gathering.