sediment

we sift
through the layers of our
lives
of sediment
and sentiment.
the bones of the past
settled
dry
and white.
we linger on the photos
that we've
taken,
touch the stones,
the gravel
of the roads we've
come down.
so much left behind.
boxed
and bagged, stuffed
into the caves,
the attics
of our life.