remember doing this well, when we lived in the railway station

balancing on tightropes,, just like life

my morning poem,,,

A Departure from Solidity

Railroad tracks were different
When I was young.
I used to like
To balance myself on them.
When I couldn't do that,
I stood back and watched
The trains go by.
I never knew where they were going.
Today I find that I know
Too much about destinations
All the things
Pointing towards the future
Seem to have an end,
And the infinity
I thought I once played on
Was a childhood
I had to walk away from.
I remember now
The time I had to leave
The iron tightrope behind.

timothy hodor