making it through

as i sit and listen to the fog horns
bellowing against the dark of the night
the ships blindly going forward
hoping to avoid a collision
i think how we all go through this life
sounding our horns
feeling our way through
some avoiding confrontation
others stirring up shit
anonymously thinking that it won’t come back to them
but eventually if one is not careful
the smugness in which they travel
will catch up to them
and thinking they are safe from tyranny
they will blunder and fall without grace
colliding into their past

Published in: poetry | on May 3rd, 2009 |

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