Realization
At what point do you realize
it’s all moving in the same direction -
in a flowing pulse that cannot be dammed, that;
collective hearts do march in rhythmic time
to a common drumbeat tolling time
upon all roads with perils and parades?
it surely wasn’t yesterday,
too busy today --
who cares about tomorrow..
At what point do you realize,
as you course through the bloodstream of civilization
with civilized -- and at times -- uncivilized blood in your veins
that the road you travel
leading you home -- and often --away from home
diminishes to a vanishing point? ..is it more than just an optical illusion?
gone are yesterdays, oh well..
live for today --
I’ll think on it tomorrow..
At what point do you realize
that all roads taken; the dirt road, the high road,
the reclusive railroad
the crossroads crossed at moments of truth —
achievement, derailment, atonement
no matter the direction -- or misdirection,
all reach the same destination?
every lost yesterday
paves a rear view highway
but today, this time, today’s not lost on you
for you now realize
how quickly tomorrow’s milestones pass
Susan Ashley
February 11, 2019
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2019
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