Looking back at what might have been can only happen when you put yourself in the present.
Sometimes, I wish I were somebody else,
A younger me perhaps,
Starting out to save the world
From all the apathy and greed,
Energized, emboldened, and inspired
By what I once imagined,
The swell of the horizon,
And the need to show the world
That there was more to me than clay.
And oft, I would this was a different place,
A place I used to know,
Where I did not see the change,
As it unfolded over me,
Temporal, climatic, and transpired
In slow enduring manner.
And ev’ry crossroad hinted
Of the pastures yet unseen,
That rose and flourished far away.
And then, to abide in another time,
A time that holds the tide
‘Gainst the ravages of age,
Which took the glow and left the scars …
Encroaching, eroding, and unmired
In its passage, short and swift,
Leaving only remembrance,
Bittersweet and incomplete,
That clouds a little more each day.
r. nuñez, 4/2014
About the Creator
r. nuñez
I am a shamanic priest who loves to write stories, poetry, and songs. Retired, but still helping people, animals, and the planet.
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