Backing Up To Go Forward
One more sunset missed,
one more sunrise lost.
The rim of a glass glints less
in an undressed light.
Living between the days
losing yourself in nights dark corridors,
you begin to fade,
to fray at the edge of thought.
Sooner or later
the surface of the world
gets further away from you.
Then by chance or force,
you find that old rickety stepladder,
the one with small blessing
on each rung.
Mind sparks, a motor ticks over,
it begins to plow through the tall grass
you got lost in.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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