Nothing ever ends..

I look at the man behind the wheel
Squinting from the burst of splinters
His fingers burning from the heat
Breaking into a sweat in peak winters

I watch as the aluminum utensil
Dissolve into a white flow
There’s the bowl for my favourite dessert
Dented by my mother’s angry throw

I duck instinctively, remembering the heat
And quickly return to the present
To the glow of the fire burning away
So many tangible memories, including the pleasant

Among the last to go is my crib
My first vehicle in the world
Though I have not any memories, I reach out
Around the rim, my fingers do curl

I am lost in my thoughts while the artist toils
Thinking only of the plum sum that will follow
All those lost emotions have now taken shape
Of a decorative greek God, ironically an Apollo