Time decodes the meaning of yesterday while
Entangled tenses loosen their knots.
Quarks and leptons, leaping about, create
Unexplored pathways whose invitation to make real
Ideas contemplate, hesitate, then take. With
No matter before it, no enemy to its fruition,
Obviously, resistance falters and fades as an
Xray would, like film – in an acetone bath.
Cheers then for the courage of Idea and the heart’s hard charging into flight.
Once, like Icarus, I was burned by the sun.
Memories kept me hidden from even myself.
Eventually, I came to know me as others do –
The new cusping over the old and
Handing to me a mirror to see how much I’ve changed.
Written on a pleasant Friday afternoon while thinking about Autumn, the past, the future, my life and realizing how profoundly different I am now in my willingness to more deeply understand who I am and what I am to do here.
© Ross Foti
September 19, 2014