My Hour 5 poem uses both text and image prompts.

The time capsule is an old standby
in the popular imagination—
a hunt for buried treasure
a promise of revisiting innocence
an antidote to the popular complaint

The time capsule is an ever-evolving proposition
in forms much different from what we imagine

Life is filled with repositories of time passed
from the lamp on the table to the bottle on the floor
framed pictures hanging on the wall
objects that produce sound, image
stories we keep on shelves

Yesterday I picked up a penny from the pavement

26 June 2021