Jackson Pollock
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Looking back
we can see things
unrecognizable today
the intersection where
we might have turned
the bridge washout where
we decided to turn back
the man on the highway
we could have helped
Such is our yesterday
A map unopened
till tomorrow
What is it
distracts us that
we miss the signs?
the windshield glare
of the fiery rising sun
the winning touch down
on a game on the radio
the girl at the gas pump
with long blond hair
Whatever: we choose
not to see a lot
of today
There will come the Tuesday
when suffering comes home
“What seemed most decisive, redemptive, was Tuesday.
Suffering really meant something to him then.”
~ Joshua Mehigan
Poet's Corner 