We teach children the future of our assumptions,
And treat our elders with a reflection of their past,
Or our agreement of what that should have settled out to by now,
While the youth nods ahead like the bow in the current.
Anything accomplished,
Invites blame,
Hanging in wait of recognition,
Forever dangling in spite,
The sight from inside silent,
Avoids notice by becoming nothing.
Days in motion,
Without thought,
Escapes,
Without pictures,
Polishing the rough,
Erased and shaved down,
In memories preference.
An emergency cured,
Or expectation for,
Anticipated delays,
Less urgent than the squeeze,
Of waiting,
Leaning on the door that,
Suddenly opens inward,
And from down up sees the solution,
To prescribe for other’s woes,
If they could lay in your space,
And see from your angle.
