Hereafter

A flinch might slow me down to meeting those I'm after. Perhaps a famous poet a wordsmith and a crafter. Maybe meet an artist who's harvested a smile, Or even meet the woman who sat through it in style. I'd search for smarter apples who preach of gravity. Or maybe meet the one to plant the apple tree. There'd maybe be a man I'd answer on his phone, or cast as shadowed light with one that is well known. Perhaps I'd meet the smartest Here and there in space, one relative in time: one, we'll not soon replace. In time I'll learn about them by listening to what they say. But if you know their secret they'll send me on my way. The moral of the story that spans the length of time is try to be yourself and careful not to mime. A flinch might slow me down to meeting those I'm after but forgetting my own self could lead to the hereafter.