More backward looks to find the answers for everything that has passed.
The past rushes at us
to show what we left,
how we have held the future
with a delicate touch, to avoid
the contamination of time.
Memory lane is a mirror
on who we are at this moment.
We close our eyes and hope
that next time we stop to look
the light will shine on the turn
and fall of autumn leaves
and the wind we hear in the trees
is not the presage of a hard winter
to follow the changing of the season.