Lost In Time Poem by David Wood

The sand coloured shard of pottery
Sat uneasily on the windowsill
After 2000 years of laying on the
Ground in the Cypriot sun at Salamis
It now gathered dust in the bedroom.

It had once graced the kitchen of a
Cypriot home when Saint Paul visited
That city. Now a knickknack next to
The photos and other ornaments
Waiting for a decision.

It had lain undisturbed for all time,
From the dawn of Christianity; from
When the Romans invaded Britain.
It was there when Vikings roamed.
It lay undisturbed during the heat of the
Crusades.

Inert now its only function was to
Gather dust and be wiped by the
Duster. Is this the end of its long
Journey into history or will time
Give it another journey.