Days 26 & 27

Day 26: On the Run

Push

There is nothing to run
from, but time, too fast.
Nothing to settle against,
but the push of age.
This balance between
youth & years:  
                        at fifteen:
there was only selfishness,
at nineteen: drunkenness,
misery & loss, at twenty-
two: a change of plans,
at twenty-seven: married
life, at thirty: fatherhood,
at thirty-five: the push,
the push, the push of
time,
time,
time.

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Day 27: Blame No One

Drive

Dozens of red-tails & sparrow hawks can't be wrong:
This is a beautiful day.

There is no one to blame for this;
there is only the past sliding further & further away

like the massacre site, five miles off the highway,
or the old road that led through town & our family's favorite drive-in.

But these are only memories to be temporarily collected,
memorialized, photographed & moved beyond.

These are nothing to the hawk on the wing.
These are the thoughts from some tree perch between dives.

There is nothing wrong with this drive I've done so many times.
There is nothing wrong with multiples homes.

There is nothing between future & past but now.
I have no plans to speed up this drive & no need to stop moving.