Going forward, backwards
I never feel like I am going against the grain
when I go north to town or when I head south to go home.
Forward is east and backwards is west,
it is where I was just moments ago
on this giant ball
spinning through our solar system.
Perhaps we are Gia’s fleas
and are not particular of what we ride
only thankful that we have yet to be scratched off.
Like riding in an automobile
or on a train
after awhile we settle into the constant motion.
I suppose that’s why baby’s wabble
when they learn to walk
till they obtain balance;
looking just like the astronauts televised moon walk,
before they get their sea legs
upon this water filled world.
Earth bound,
I was sitting on the back porch,
pinned by the gravity of the situation,
facing east, watching the sun set
when it dawned on me;
the house is going forward, backwards.
by Art~
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no matter what direction you go this day
may you fare well
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October 26, 2011 at 10:27 am
Old Jules
It’s all done with mirrors, amigo. Nice piece of writing. Jules
October 31, 2011 at 9:03 am
zumpoems
Very clever and playful — but gets at some important truths:
“and are not particular of what we ride
only thankful that we have yet to be scratched off. “