Drifting Timelines Poem by Fred Rik Kesner

'drifting timelines'


The doors slide back on guides of simple choice,
A single step dividing then from now.
We split the world with it, with every look,
And fracture time beneath a heavy weight.

Inside the cabin of a shabbing car,
We share the breath of one unchanging room;
Yet just beyond the glass, the minutes bond,
And ghosts of yesterday reclaim the road.

The highway bends, the map amends the dark,
We cross the thresholds we had left behind,
To hold a hand of old, of one we knew,
And piece together what was lost to sight.

Through every fractured turn, a captured street,
Our scattered selves and drifting timelines merge.









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