Retrospect

Running

like wild antelope

for my life

there is little time to turn around

 to look anywhere but down at the ground

When  the flight

the flight between my hands

the adrenaline worn out beating heart

has subsided

I can take a breath

and turn around

Do you see?

in the backward glance

the unfortunate foresight

of hindsight

no longer blotted by tear salt and salt sweat

I see a music box, winding out our lives

 a man walking even when it hurt

 paved out path he fought for, daily

I see a cross fire

a mistake

a broken down message

stuck in the mixed signal
seen from the other side of the past

too far below any wishing well

too far from this new,

gazing down present reflection

too deep in dark, too blurred, fixed

to look again, or change.