The Past and Future

 

Year’s end always sends thoughts into the past.

Review and reflection. Celebrations and regrets. Conclusions.

But briefly. Then to a future near

and far but all unclear, unformed, undetermined.

Momentarily, no present. No now. No self.

 

Two-Hearted River

I flow today like this two-hearted river.

My energies come from two different places

in my past that should have passed,

but they have pooled around me today.

I’m trying to empty them. Dissipation. Loss.

The most famous Two Hearted River runs through Michigan and the branches drain into Lake Superior.  That’s not my two-hearted river.

 

The World’s Fair

I no longer believe in the green

light on Daisy’s dock, or any place,

or the future moving away from me.

But I do believe we’re boats against

the current, borne back into the past.

 

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