thomasunderlandaily

I wrapped up the past and future 

with a red checkered towel,

and stuffed them into an old jar.

The three get too thick sometimes,

I just needed the present for a while.

Out into the night I roam 

looking for freedom and solitude.

The night always spreads my mind out,

the darkness spacious with its mystery.

My feet tread the streets - 

everything new and old all at once.

The street light rests on the evening moisture,

and in those tiny, golden lit windows  

 I see there is no reason to put them away,

 the past and the future belong here

 like happiness and sorrow,

inexorably partnered forever.

 With this my mind catches up with my feet 

 and I cannot help but take flight.