Aug 2014
Towing the Line
I drag it behind me,
Push it out in front,
But it seems I’m always
Never near enough.
The past plagues my present,
I worry the future now,
All the while forgetting
The way; the why; the how
To toe the line between
The “then” and the “will be” –
To simply walk on the brink
Of the joined eternities.
I drag it behind me,
Push it out in front,
But it seems I’m always
Never near enough.
The past plagues my present,
I worry the future now,
All the while forgetting
The way; the why; the how
To toe the line between
The “then” and the “will be” –
To simply walk on the brink
Of the joined eternities.
Conceived after reading Henry David Thoreau:
“In any weather, at any hour of the day or night, I have been anxious to improve the nick of time, and notch it on my stick too: to stand on the meeting of two eternities, the past and future, which is precisely the present moment; to toe that line.”
“In any weather, at any hour of the day or night, I have been anxious to improve the nick of time, and notch it on my stick too: to stand on the meeting of two eternities, the past and future, which is precisely the present moment; to toe that line.”
