Seen through the corner of an eye

partway glance, around

the edge;

a wistfulness. Long

stares into a wandering

universe, thinking

watching for…

a sign, a

movement toward

closure.

Nothing.

A glance at reality;

smiles, laughter

sushi and Cuban,

drinks and jokes

a slight but present

(not unpleasant)

pressure…and…

a shadow.

The past wraps itself

around ankles, feet

step on it like

soft earth…holding a

moment

holding

holding

too concerned

to look forward while

today, now

yesterday

consumes and considers

crashes and cancels

reaches out

and

holds.

A glance back as

I walk

away

a smile, a tear

optimism and the dreams

of a wondrous

future.