Carousel

(Andy Warhol post below)

There were times spent
When you waited
Just to jump aboard
That merry-go-round-
Of all that you labored
To re-create
In the course of a day

In and out of department stores
Through all the traffic
You can smell it
Memories wafting up
Strangers, profiles-
You brush past
Lobster's looking through the glass

It’s that familiar song
You’ve heard it in the market
Like a symphony
When it could get you
Past this wall
Events,
You'd could once recount
With ease..are nearly a shadow

Your further up stream
Still you step aboard
Cool wind blows

Against your cheeks
Its a lighter load now

An memories,
Like a carousel
Spin
Of all the times you labored
To re-create
In the course of a day
But it's OK...

Maybe it was timing but I read the following excerpt from a devotional which kind of spoke to me after I wrote that poem- It may to you as well?

"Faith looks back and says,
"Christ died for me."
Above and cries,
"He lives for me";
Forward and whispers
"He comes for me"
We are not traveling by schedule but by faith"
(Traveling Toward Sunrise)- Cowman