but i look to the future
the ditch is a creek
the creek is a river
the pond is a lake
the lake is a sea
and i stand on the shore
before jumping in
but wait a second
look at the flowers,
growing in the ditch
purple violets and clover,
hyacinth and tulips
it reminds me of spring
and of being young
and picking the iris buds
before they even bloomed
orange tiger lilies, yellow daffodils
watered by dirty,
storm drain overflow
the magnolia trees
a magnet for the birds
soaking sunlight,
drinking moon water
every time you notice
you think you’ve never noticed
you remember that you’re here
and you’ve been missing it
you’re now, in this moment
thoughts of the past
tie into today
but still i look ahead
the trails are sidewalks
and sidewalks are roads
& the roads are highways
highways to the future
no roadblocks or construction
i pass the dead ends
and cul de sacs
i don’t glance at developed houses
clean suburbs or new apartments
because settling is suicide
homebodies are stagnant
retirement is the first step
in the decision to die
it’s too much to consider
too much to think about
so i look ahead
i watch the sunset
which feels like the end,
but makes me wonder
about tomorrow’s sunrise
will i sleep tonight
how will i get by
how many days til payday
what time is my appointment
am i gonna be late for work
am i braced for disappointment
then im tripping on the curb
& im hearing the birds sing
back to the current moment
back to the same street
and i don’t like this feeling
because i don’t like being with me
my body’s in the past
my head ahead of me
here i get the headache
feel the heartache underneath
split or torn, or separated
the past and future me
sunlight, get in my eyes
wind, blow through my hair
help me notice the colors
and hear the rain
and see the pain
In the eyes of my friend
feel my feet on the ground,
in my boots again
exactly where i am
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