Tomorrow, things will be different, and they always are. Just never in quite the way we would think, despite our plans and hopes, wishes and dreams. Chasing the rainbow is never a good idea.
We followed the track
even though it was barely a memory,
overgrown in places
or a darker line on the grass,
We followed because of its meaning
as much as where it went.
The future I suppose, an idea to chase
Somewhere to go
different from the past.
Something you can reach out to
and almost touch
if you can only take the next step.
But it’s a step away, just out of reach
on the path, following the sunset
to the horizon if you walk too slowly.