Now

'Now'� is a crossroad where a narrow gate opens North to an unmarked path.
We trudge back and forth along the main road.
Our path through the sand leaves ruts, which we call 'Past'� and 'Future.'�

Passing by the gate, we happen to glance through it.
We are frozen by the northern light.
Wind and sand begin to cover our tracks.



Richard Hodges
© 2005

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