Junk is other people’s collected ephemera
amassed over years
accruing dust on shelves
un-tended gardens of spiders
inhabited by unfamiliar ghosts.
These physical renderings of pasts lack passion
their meaning lost to others.
Seen only in the reality of now
the stone is just a stone:
not our walk, hand in hand, along the beach at St Cyrus Sands.
© Sheila Ash, 2018