We travel the same road

I see you, you’ve become
dust floating in the air,
particles riding sunlight,
going somewhere but,
never knowing, where
somewhere is, until arriving.
Memory is an unforgiving
trickster, a smithy, at
a forge shaping the raw
steel of our lives, then
scraping it to the past.
The river of our existence
flows against time’s current,
flawlessly, impeccably, unerringly
toward a crossroads with destiny.
I believe you are there, unseen,
standing in the shadow of who you were.
That is what you have left us,
shadow memories, dust particles,
a roaring deluge of love,
the steel of your friendship.
This the only compromise that life,
has left to guide all of us,
to somewhere.

2021, Donald Harbour