turn towards home
Tim's Time Traveler Poetry for National Poetry Month
backward I step on the pathway behind our home
through the farmer's corn
across the county line
the hands on my watch spinning through time.
where shall I go today that I have not already been?
seen Washington cross the Delaware,
nothing like the painting,
shivering on the gunwales in the cold.
watched Burbage play Hamlet in the Globe
in Shakespeare's day,
the audience wept, when down he leapt
into Ophelia's grave.
...
yet further backward have I walked,
stood with the Magi when gifts
they brought to God enfleshed,
saw Him too, stride atop the waters of Galilee
and pray alone on Gethsemane.
dear reader I was there when Mother Mary
clung tightly to her holy Son
beneath the cross He’ll ever bear.
...
dare I move forward to times I’ve never yet seen
and watch a still older self embrace an ailing wife?
but no good will come of this,
tears driving like rain,
lest I see what every parent dreads,
our precious children dead.
I turn toward home
still fearing in the present to dwell
where the past sweetly beckons
and the future draws me ever more near
the end….
...
For the Unofficial Challenge: Time Traveler Poetry for National Poetry Month
About the Creator
John Cox
Where would you like to travel? Who would you like to meet? No ticket required, a surprise at every destination guaranteed. Strap on your time travel goggles and bring a compass. It's sometimes bumpy in my imagination, so hold on tight!
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