Captured On Film

An empty vase, 

Organic in shape, 

Sits there staring. 

All smooth loops and rounded corners,

Making a statement,

Against the rectangular mid century table. 

Their fates,

Intersecting at the precise middle of the table.

On a particular date,

A specific date, 

Where, 

Flat circular bottom,

Touches flat wooden surface. 

In that moment of firsts,

Embracing,  

There lays a sense of,

Belonging, 

Here,

In the present, 

That will extend through years.

Even in the blur of living life.

Stability anchored,

In a vase on a table.

As time passes,

When we look back,

Will we remember this exact moment of firsts?