Train of Thought - A Poem

It becomes you

The gelatinous translucence
spurs debate
which prompts silence
    outwardly,
inwardly the gears turn
and the engines
    churn

We cannot escape ourselves
regardless of the category,
generation

We have consumed
the fallacy
of what our lives should mean
as we go from tangent to tangent,
then back again

It becomes you,
the longer you think about it.

By Mary E. Lohan 

Forward - A Poem

Sometimes steps forward
appear backward
as if walking on hands
over an arched back

and sometimes Forward
is stationary and yet
apocalyptic

to our human eyes,
we move as sloths
weighed down by
Consequence

and yet to the Universe
we are but twinkles
of a star.

By Mary E. Lohan