Bio Note: After years in other countries, including 25 in the US, I retired to my childhood hometown of Governor's Harbour in the Bahamas to read, write and edit poetry. For those who like formal or traditional verse, you might enjoy the Potcake Chapbooks I edit for Sampson Low in the UK; they have been well reviewed by Light. I am often published in Snakeskin, Better Than Starbucks, and The HyperTexts.
Some watch the widening, receding wake
On life’s long voyage. Others at the bow
Scan ahead, wondering what route we take.
(But Past and Future point to one end, Now.)
When disembarked, what will your story be?
“I looked back, couldn’t tell where we’d begun…”
“I tried to look ahead, but couldn’t see…”
“I read lots.” “Slept.” “I made friends.” “I made none.”
“Sunsets were nice.” “The food was just so-so.”
“I helped someone.” “I tried, but got in fights.”
Aboard Earth round the sun all go,
Each spinning whirl hundreds of days and nights,
Through scores of rounds. How’d we get here? Don’t know.
Then each, some unknown -day and -where, alights.
©2020 Robin Helweg-Larsen
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