Recognition

Of a past spent. A future ahead, something short, small.

That glint in the eye,
the oh so familiar glint, hinting at a distant past,
at an unknowable future

That karmic gaze, piercing my inner being
shocking my existence, oh- this again
I pick up my broom and pan, dust myself off

Some adventure lies ahead
I can feel it
I can see it
It's that look