Mile Marker

No one’s
too young

for history.
Coming or going

we find fruit
or rind, so many

parts of ourselves:
behind is ahead,

each catapult a skin
aimed for signpost

after signpost—
Poor traveler, boxed

in the present. Open it,
says the billboard.

The present, it means.
Even the Lady of Peace

and Good Voyage
was found at least twice

hiding in the breadfruit
tree, having played

truant from the quiet
of her own shrine:

the pilgrims gone,
the highway empty.

 

In response to Via Negativa: Leave-taking.

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