Rear view

May 13, 2016 at 9:09 am (philosophy, Poems, poetry) (, , , )

Facing backwards on the train

to see the place I’ve been, again,

to meet the people facing me

whose eyes reflect what I can’t see.

 

The world behind is a surprise

that meets my back before my eyes,

and if I never turn around

I’ll never know what I have found.

 

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4 Comments

  1. nobodysreadingme said,

    May 14, 2016 at 9:08 am

    I really like this, Julia

    Reply

  2. UpChuckingwords said,

    June 1, 2016 at 10:59 am

    I am with Duncan on this one. I really really like it — going to save it.

    Reply

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