I thought I knew my vinyl. Back to front and inside out.

Then I saw what records look like beneath a microscope.

All smoothness gone. Brittle

Charcoal valleys. Scratched.

Culverts- as if scoured by flash flooding.

All arid in their dustiness.

I was lost for words, until another said, in reverential tones:

“They look like Mountains”.

And they were right.

Copyright Tom Tide 2017