Time passages
From past to present
Picking up precious cargo
Some carrying baggage
To be left as waste
Along the side
Other parcels
To be locked up
Till the appointed time
Still all to be embraced
None left out
What does it mean
All this travel
For it seems we go backwards
But all the while
Moving ahead
Pressing toward our goal
Of being whole.






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October 1, 2008 at 9:33 pm
englishrain
What a lovely poem! I can definitely relate. Thanks for sharing this.