He saw it.

He saw it.

Even in reflection.

A sunlit glance

Off mirrored glass.

Slicing the sky

With a reminder

Of distance,

And the road show

Of early morning,

Snaking through

The daylight dawning.

He turned away.

It was the past.

And not a place

He chose to go,

Once gone.

In his minds eye

He followed the flight

Of the sun.

It would take all day,

But now,

He had the time.

It was mystifying,

Just how much

He missed before.

When life

Was defined

Along different lines.

So many things,

Taken for granted.

Even a blackbird’s song

Seemed fresh and new.

The sky a deeper,

Blue-full blue.

And every day

Another story,

Filled with wonder,

Beauty, glory.

With the day as its star.

Not work,

Or car.