The Overpass

Driving down today's long winding road

Three overpasses loom in the distance

Catching my eye

The thought crosses my mind

They loom so large

I am so small

When I was small 

I would dream of a door

A door I could never reach

As I ran closer

My heart pounded

I would certainly be overtaken

By something, by fear

Before I reached that door.

I am thinking of

Memories

Of the door

Of fears

Of feelings

Of years spent 

Learning another heart

Soul, energy

Always thinking of time as linear

Memories threatening, looming

Like the overpass

Overwhelming my heart

Overwhelming my mind

And yet

Those memories, like this overpass

Transfer me 

To another point in time

A place that is real,

but, for a moment

Full of sights, sounds, smells

Concrete.

Enriching my mind

Fortifying my soul

Until it is time to leave

And I travel back

To my present place

My present responsibility

Now I think,

Although I am small,

Compared to the vast expansiveness

I am the navigator

Directing

Controlling

Choosing

Where to go 

How long to stay

When to return

Although I 

Am subjugated by time

I determine

How I spend it

While it is mine.