Saturday, April 1, 2017

retrograde

journey long from done and yet
more often do I coast
as others pass I realize
to them reverse I float
a trick perspective likes to play
like mercury from earth
seems to proceed the other way
though vector's shared by both
but I digress and that's the point
it's often that I do
and dwell on moments in my past
the present points me to
though grayness has encumbered most
like when one night on jetty that I dove
to harvest lobsters from a nearby cove
I paused to look away
and in the haze heard cellos start to play
a too familiar tune
remembered most I reminisce
the wish for dive's end soon

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