April 29: The Home Stretch

by allisonkujiraoka

An end is in sight,

if you can call it an end.

More like a portal to expansion

As roots reach down for a drink

before the spreading out.

Has it made us stronger

for crossing through the fire,

face like a flint?

Or have we been stripped of defenses,

wavering at each fresh reminder?

Eyes open, we see reflections;

Looking back, we glimpse a darkening;

Gazing down, we pace forward at our peril.

Let the years fold out behind,

for today is fast falling through

the narrow neck of the hourglass.

Should tomorrow come as we expect it,

the questions will remain.