Everything is set in motion.
Even if we wanted to
we can’t stop the train
hauling us into a future
we can’t know.
Comfort and security
habit and norm
blur scenes
fall to the wayside.
My heart skips a beat
out of rhythm
out of balance
missing
a sense of direction.
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Loved your poem and of course I could feel that same disorienting motion that leaves me slightly off balance. Well written, Mary!