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Don’t Look Back

It isn’t clear why one would want to see

the source of a river, but perhaps

stepping across the headwaters

amounts to something memorable.

This does not take into account

the fact that our memories only reflect

the moment we find ourselves in. Tomorrow

it’s a distant sense of dread, but today

it’s too normal for even

the news. Each day is a fit of beginnings,

and each day is determined to replace

the next. Too long we’ve been silent

on matters best left in the past,

and I keep forgetting each

righteous fact began as a trembling one.