863. Untitled - October 17, 2015
There's a bit of melancholy
at the hindsight recognition
of the road not taken
that leads only
to the here
and the now,
filled with regrets
and what-ifs
and knowing
that the uphill climb
began years ago
through neglect
both benign
and deliberate.
A corpse that moves
without direction
because it was never
expected to last this long.
So it is a bit of a surprise --
irony and circumstances alike
that pervades the moment
as if it were an impossible
meeting of two lines,
at one point
and only at that one time
of introspection
before veering off again.