when looking back
from the hum
of the bee
or the tiny bird
flapping violently a
thousand miles a
minute

I see differently,
*** in an
instant
looking back
the drowning
me  I was then.

And gain an
insight, vicariously
at me when the past was
all the threats confronting
me

as deadly there on the timeline
of then, did or does that tell me
anything? Or maybe
I was right then?
And now I am
but
dreaming?