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Current
by Alison McKenzieMy life is a current
Racing, ever turning and tumbling
Over stones and depth.
Stationary, I am only in this moment
The current tugging at my ankles,
Swift passage of future and history;
Tomorrow racing toward me,
Gurgling, bouncing over time to meet me here.
It brings me bits of gold and other treasures,
As well as debris, sometimes;
Obstacles like logs ripped loose at the roots;
Which I dodge or struggle over
Until they finally pass.
In a blink, these events become the past,
Yesterday racing, ever turning and tumbling
Away from me,
Toward some ocean
Where so many histories converge.
Secure in my foothold,
I look toward a shore
I never reach,
Experiencing the stream
As it passes,
Swifter as I age,
Turning pruny from the years.
10/13/2004 Posted on 10/13/2004
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/14/04 at 12:21 AM Yes, like sitting and watching the current move,'Experiencing the stream
As it passes,', always present though, 'future racing towards me'.Yes, this is what is if one can sit calmly aware of this flow.You did that.
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| Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/16/04 at 05:07 PM The river cuts deep through the years... may it bring joy more than pain. Your imagery in consistent throughout and the images are perfect. |
| Posted by James Zealy on 10/18/04 at 05:20 PM This makes gettin older than dirt appear almost fun. I know cuz I am there. very entertaining. |
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