Day 342 – Slipping Back

Slipping Back

Down Time’s quaint stream by Emily Dickinson

Down Time’s quaint stream
Without an oar
We are enforced to sail
Our Port a secret
Our Perchance a Gale
What Skipper would
Incur the Risk
What Buccaneer would ride
Without a surety from the Wind
Or schedule of the Tide —

4 thoughts on “Day 342 – Slipping Back

    • To be honest, it is quite a busy road but in a very, very small burg – no traffic light, no store and not much of anything else other than a United Methodist Church and a lot of Amish surrounding it. There is a little county park there though that has so many birds nesting in it – it is a cacophony of song.

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