Hindsight

When you see the clarity of a future horizon
Turn quietly into the thick bush.

The more elegant response is the one that wiggles
Slipping from grasping anxiety, avoiding clean edges

Time brings a way through the impossible
But it oozes, slimey
Entranced
By the twisty
sticky
unweildy bits.
The tangents, detours,
The curly pockets of crud and life.