Clinging Poem by Kyle Schlicher

Clinging



A glance backward.

Nothing to see.

The path ahead
winds
onward
nevertheless.

Attention demands
accumulate.

Thinking
becomes a process
that consumes
the past
and
foregoes
the
future.

Still,
the self
clings
to the vision
of the memory.


(4-23-1991)

Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: remember
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