gates

Last night spilled into the morning,
another revolution of the Earth,
another wall calendar in the trash.
How quickly the months go by.
I step through a gate into another year
with no chance of a return.
The gates are more like turnstiles.
My journey like the turning
of a one-way screw....
no tool is made to reverse it.

The gateways of passing time
slam shut behind me.
I cringe at the sound of the slamming
saddened as the land behind me
can never be revisited.

Yet it’s the wonderment
of adventure beyond the visible
that leads me on another 365 days
to maybe a grander passageway,
one with more promise,
one with more purpose.