Whirlpool

I gaze into a whirling pool from atop a small, grassy knoll. It’s like looking into the past. Its magnetic, impelling force Draws from my mind sweet memories while discerning the dark vortex. Each drawn closer to the center and one by one I remember them; and one after the other is captured in the swirling mass and instantly fades out of mind. I look up at the clear blue sky And espy the coming future And wait for what tomorrow brings.