After Hours

Minute by minute

Hour by hour

Day by day

Week by week

Month by month

Year by year

The clock wheels turn

Constantly

Round and round

The highway of life

A seemingly endless drive

An odd world

Surreal landscape

Cast in twilight shadows

And strange colors

Transition hues & tinted tonalities

Through colored glass

Passing by outside

Memories, dreams, faces, names

Pile up in forgotten spaces and mixed up places

The only common thread

A center divider

Ever so slow in coming

Fleeting fast by

On arriving

Suddenly disappearing

Then vanishing in the rear view mirror

Life a strange highway 

Somnambulant

Moments

Half awake

Half asleep

Speeding always

Toward the horizon

Our destinations

But bold points upon a folded map

Printed markings

Connected by crisscrossing lines

Confused realities

In a confusing world

The time arrives

This day's journey done

I lay my spinning head 

Upon a pillow

For the present 

Time suspended

The future set aside

Until tomorrow

The past returns

 Rushing back in

After hours

After days

After years

After the day's drive is done

Life is laid to rest

To renew itself

Upon the ground

We are as one in the world

The world is in us

As we are in the world

Whatever our direction

Or final destination