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Roads most travelled

So I am thinking or am
I streaming my memories
Looking at all the paths
That wound in and out of
My life, running rings 
Not of smoke but similar,
Of nebulae, sparkly and
Low in the sky. Clouds
Have passed overhead,in
The myriad times of my
Life, spilling second by
Second, ticking slowly
As it does, but veering
In different directions,
As life does. We are so
Fragmented by our many
Experiences, exploding,
Unwinding, crawling over
Unexplored territory, we
Start anew at each phase
Of our life's adventures
Every turn is an episode
In a new season outlining
Occurrences, familiar or
Practiced. Life is your
Continuum, as it is mine.
Cliffs left hanging but
Dazzling as sunsets, and
Sunrise, as starry skies

Time enough

I long for time,
Reaching across
The table to grasp
At its keeper, 
As if I haven't 
Enough when time
Is all I have.
Time to think, 
To write, to 
Rearrange memory
There is plenty
Life is a long
Stretch of time
While you live
It. Shortened in
Retrospect, or
Not. There's 
Always enough
There's never
Enough. It slips
Or does it slither
Syncopated by 
The tocks ticking
Away minute by
Minute, its very
Precision a 
Rebuke of time
Wasted, misspent,
Of things not 
Done or undone
Gone in a flash
Lost in the hours
Unsaid or frivolous
Scolding will not
Bring them back,
Restore them.
You cannot keep
Time, it can keep
You, as it passes 
Not just in days
Or hours, seconds
But also in years,
Time holds such
Infinite variety
Its shape shifting
Hold this moment
These moments if
You can as they 
Slip like water
Into decades. 
Into memories of
Times passed, of
Time past.

Tomorrow

When I was young, I looked ahead
To years I would spend facing the
Great unknowns, the unexpected.
When I was young, the future was
Not in the rearview but it loomed
Near and far. The future was just
Where I wanted it. Where it should
Loom. It was all my tomorrows. I
Loved its mystery. I anticipated 
The twists and turns but did not
Know where it would lead me nor
Where I would follow. Today, the
Tomorrows may be fewer but I do
Not know what that future holds. 
Now, that I am not young, I hold
The hope that the future brings a
Little closer and tighter. It will be
A surprise, I hope. Unexpected, a
Mystery lies in my tomorrows, or
Maybe if I am lucky there will be
Many mysteries. Still even now.

Working, another way

Poets are not a lazy gazy lot, I can 
Attest as I am hard at work putting pen
To page, in the metaphorical custom of
A digital age. I write in deep reflection, thinking 
Hard of what it all means, all– I
mean 
To say– is life itself from beginning to an end we 
Do not want to imagine or foresee, foretelling with the
Same foreboding you feel, an 
end I 
Can see is inevitable even as
I enjoy my walk and
Indulge myself in my doings, coming and 
Goings, as carefree as if there were not
An end in sight.
Working

Working

Poets are not a lazy
Gazy lot, I can attest
As I am hard at work
Putting pen to page,
In the metaphorical
Custom of a digital
Age. I write in deep
Reflection, thinking
Hard of what it all
Means, all-- I mean
To say-- is life itself
From beginning to an
End we do not want
To imagine or foresee,
Foretelling with the
Same foreboding you
Feel, an end I can see
Is inevitable even as
I enjoy my walk and
Indulge myself in my
Doings, coming and 
Goings, as carefree 
As if there were not
An end in sight.

Through the years

Who was I as all my years
Accumulated? The time is
Not a continuum. It breaks
Into small scenes, acts as
Distinct as if each were a
Life encompassed in 15 
Minute skits, not all funny.
Many poignantly true to
Life. So much time passed,
Passes unnoticed, goes 
Into a compartment, a
Memory perhaps not always
Remembered as it should
Be. I do know  my last acts,
The 35 years I spent by your
Side are vivid, not blurred 
By slippery recollections. I
Know who I am every moment
Of these years, the years 
That are my longest acts,
Not broken into bits, solid
And happy in reminiscence
As they were in real time, 
True to life.