The Past, The Future, Focus

stories of the past

yet I look to the future

I am far from done

Met a really cool guy today. A former Navy nuclear power program sailor, just like me. Though he is quite a bit younger. 

Swapped stories of our respective experiences, which I enjoyed. Yet I often worry in those moments that I’ll become like the subject of Bruce Springsteen’s “Glory Days”, a relic, trapped in the past. Grave fate, for me, at least. 

A Sunday morning haiku

As dawn climbs the sky

How do i better myself?

Birds sing their answer

It’s a challenge for me to focus on the future, to create a vision. It’s much easier to live in this moment. But it leaves gaps in my psyche I try to fill. This is perpetual for me. 

Exploring Downtown Seattle

My home was once there
The outward shape is still there
And yet, it’s transformed

Walking these old streets
Visions of dirty concrete
Echoes of our past

Grime and poverty
Once marked these streets with their truth
Now airbrushed away

Walking with dear friends
Explorations of this past
Amongst my future