How seldom do we get the point,
do we make sense of those things we tend to avoid
and never conquer. We walk through the shadow
of the past and wonder why we're so afraid to look back.
Clarity, that's what we need as the years pile up
like some head on collision.
Steer us further from the closest exit,
from the point of no return until
there is no looking back any more.
Set us free
In this life, of this life, the only one I know.

At what point does the clock turn back,
reverse course, spin faster than usual,
that buzzing sound that use to go tick, tick, tick
now hums with annoying persistence, the hands
always moving, tracing an arc that has already been drawn
and quartered?

Mother, where are you?

This time, I didn’t get lost in the department store.

This time, I’m not wondering when you will get home from work.

This time, I’m not eating fried chicken from Wishbone up the street

or missing my brothers and sisters who moved out.

This time, I’m not waiting for daddy because he is long gone.

This time, I am alone and it feels like an eternity.