Irony

I can recall trees that have long since decayed 

Bridges that have washed away 

Or been blown to rubble for progress. 

I can still envision people who have died,

Hear their silenced voices,

And see their familiar gestures. 

The future comes from behind us

In everything experienced 

That you will never know. 

Possibility

“I dwell in possibility, a fairer house than prose.” Emily Dickinson 

Possibility lends to a provocative future,

While the past maintains its evocative allure - 

Both pure.

 

It’s “can do” vs. “have done.”

“Possibilities are endless”

(It’s the running clue)

So it seems we’d be remiss

In not believing that it’s true. 

                         Keep looking forward

How to Be…