thread-diving

people are our real legacy;
one day sure, entire poems
shall have been forgotten,
while remains a phrase or
a feeling drawn from wells

deeper than memory can reach,
or device can retrieve much like

thread-diving as we scamper for
posts buried by traffic and flood posters…

follow, subscribe, or friend buttons
can only do so much

so we hang on to what we have
and hold dear, today saving
each precious moment
if bookmarked sentiments are promises
all will be well -we’ll boldly breathe again