Sliding Past

There are great moments

Ones that cling to memory without a struggle

Signs or signposts marking spaces in our lives

Then there are those million moments

When we are connected to the energy of getting done

Moving on to the next all absorbing event

Moments that bundle themselves together and lose distinction in the crowd


Sometimes a noticing arises

That there seems to be a sliding past

Where the direction has shifted

A turning back on itself has occurred


Perhaps it’s a memory trigger

A scene or color, scent or sound

Whatever the source, it’s cause for a pause


You take a detour

Step down below the surface

Or maybe around and sideways

Or even further down the road


Steps that maybe lead to wondering

What might have been

Or what’s still possible


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