I’d Never Thought of it Like That

The past is inevitable.
…………—Delmore Schwartz, Poet


though likely, tomorrow’s not set,
this day’s loose ends twist in the wind
like kite tails in blue jerked at the end of present’s string,
they’re codas no one can sing—

the future’s not something on which you should bet

….. only now sings real arias

if you stand on the bridge in the middle of town
where the river splits in bow waves at abutments
beneath your feet as the bridge’s foot in the stream
becomes a ship’s prow plowing north to nowhere
the riverskin gives back an early crimson sky
—an oscillating rendition of itself
in its otherwise slick mirror;

you glimpse your bobbing head
wrapped in flames of pleated clouds

….. you are its aria
as you turn and walk off you get
that the past is inevitable
and set
Jim Culleny

Photo: The Bridge of Flowers
by Martin Yaffee