How often we return to the past
Because we knew what happened then
How it ended
And it feels safe
Even though
Perhaps it failed
Or we did
Yet the pages had spun all the way to the end
And we knew now
we could begin again
Although the past is always catching up
It whispers in my ear
Soon it will be over
And there won’t be another year
Of goals
And plans
And ideas
Its time
to stop looking over the shoulder
The familiar bolster
And instead step over the ledge
Encounter uncertainty
With grace
And face
What awaits ahead
Around the next bend
That’s a wonderful photo, Kate.
It suits the verse, suggests to me that there is a risk in turning the head for more than a brief moment to look back when on a bumpy road.
Isn’t it beautiful! The colours, I snapped it with my phone ages ago when I used to walk or run that road all the time. And yes we can’t be distracted on the bumpy road – wise observation DD