And a year passes
everything changes –
everything remains –
except …
except that moment…
we knew once, a moment
counted in our journey of days.
The stark reality:
our sextant overboard,
our charts forgotten,
our direction unknown.
That undertow of change
rushed headlong into tomorrow
and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
and a year’s dead reckoning.
Divergent leveling this uncharted sea –
until shaming guilt brushes agaisnt us
and we stumble upon a night sky
that will never be shared
with our increasingly unremembered.
Washed away from us in the current
of lives lived and seas sailed.
August 2006 – January 2016
WandeRoseD 