Poems that pursue the horizon from past to present and poems created for NaPoWriMo 2017
July 1, 2018
"....You reach out your hand
But you're all alone, in those
I know you're in there, you're just out of sight
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight."
As I started to reflect on the concept of time, a song from the 1970's, (1978 to be exact), by Al Stewart, popped into my head immediately. I searched and found a video and the lyrics. As I read the lyrics and listened to the song, a host of memories rushed through my mind. I know I am entering my "golden years', yet I continue to work and push those thoughts back. Not ready to retire or give up my passions, (knitting, writing, teaching), I forge ahead, challenging time.
In parallel synchronicity, my pre-millennial children follow. Another grandchild is on the way, and while excited and hopeful, the young one is developing and nestled deep, "in there, ...just out of sight" cocooned in a time passage of uterine life, blissfully unaware of clocks, calendars and trains. Yes, trains.
Synchronicity is all around me, from the bus and train schedules, to masses of people crossing streets in my busy downtown work world, to the timed arrivals of local transport. It is the flow of life pulsing through time that fascinates me, a choreographed dance of mass transport, cars, bicycles and people, methodically moving through the cement gardens, occasionally dotted with blooming flowers. And I am "all alone in those time passages"......
.....as I buy my ticket on the last train home each night.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.~~Robert Frost