A Bagatelle
I’m looking forward to
Moving forward and
Finding places where
I’ll start to end.
I’m looking back and I
Can’t help but wonder
The unpondered questions.
Who? What? When? Where? Why?
From side to side I
Swivel my neck
No one’s beside me
But I’m not alone, not yet.
These eyes deceive even
The wiliest and most shrewd
But should the choice be given
I’d still rather be able to see.
