Looking Back

I stop and look back
Along the path I’ve travelled

Not to see where I’ve been
Not to linger on what I’ve done
Not to consider the path I’ve followed

I want to see
What fell out of my peripheral vision
What cannot be seen moving forward

I want to see
The other side of things
I saw from the one side only

Looking back, I fill out the world
Existing on the blind side of my vision

I try to look back
In a way that’s forward-looking