Truth, Then and Now

Running to catch up with time
lost on the way to meaning,
I trip over the last word spoken
and fall into a dead memory:

A time half a century ago
the first time I learned
how to stop breathing deep
when to hide and be still

Still the quicksand waits
stray onto the clear path
and sink fast as thought
struggling for clarity and truth

Nothing’s changed since then
except truth is heavier now
and words come faster
to hide sorrow behind closed eyes.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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