Routine

Is a cage we build ourselves into

And then throw away the key

It’s safe

Predictable

Sane even

A train on tracks knows where it is going

And where it is not

But out the window

Life flashes by and flock of bright winged birds soars into an endless sky

The train knows where it’s going

How do I?

They tell you to look to the moment

If you want to know the future

What is done here

Repeated

Will arrive there

Defeated

By the inexorable suck and blow

Oceans of minutes spent

Creating a tide of time

That brings the pursuit of even the largest ship into shore

Eventually

But where are we all going?

Except

One foot after another

Burning fresh days

Consuming oxygen

Like there is an endless supply

It’s all very important

And then we die

Photo taken of trees above my camp a few weekends ago.