trajectory

    to keep what the road gives
    and pass on

    to make a point in a trajectory
    meant for somewhere

    further than can be known
    to fall so surely

    toward a place ours alone
    not to travel but to watch

    nameless trees unleafing
    in the rearview mirror

    seeing this
    seeing only

    to weep
    and think it fine

     

     


    What the road gives us we often keep, or pass on, becoming a point in a trajectory meant for somewhere   further than we know; we who fall so surely toward a place that is ours alone. Perhaps it is not we who travel, although it is true we watch, as one by one the nameless trees, unleafing, dance away into the rearview mirror, and we  weep, and we think it fine.



19 January 2011   14:24 hours
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