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.