Ways of Getting There by James Broughton
What makes you think
you know your way around?
You add the mileage
but subtract the scenery.
When a white rabbit
runs out of the wood
and startles a stag
you step on the gas
roar past the hunter
run over the chipmunk.
You say you have to
get to the station
ahead of time.
Time doesn't care if
you are ahead of him.
Or way behind.
He's on the go
no matter what.
Why not for once
wander off a path
without caring how
long it takes?
You might bump into
Time's older brother
the one who never needs
to go anywhere.
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A Man In Full Flower:
The Poetry of James Broughton