Right Way Viewing
off into the watery distance
I stare with futile expectations
like those before me and those before them
seeing the end but not the beginning
never knowing from whence it comes
contrasting waters coming at me
an unwavering horizon line
separating water from sky
a future distant goal to achieve
approaching but never reaching
an endless mental frustration like
not remember all lyrics of a song
or the quote from a popular book
shared in a conversation where
first impressions are the sole reason
for engaging in political small talk,
fishing poles sit in holders in carts
waiting to be pulled free or cast out
into the current less water that holds
the swimming prey for which they seek,
electric bicycles circumvent walking
large wheels enable sandy excursions,
partners exclaim: "You showed me that before."
ponderings of a lesser kind die quickly here.
September 18, 2025
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