This was a little something I wrote while at the airport, in Hawaii, while I was in the Army, waiting to fly from Oahu to the Big Island. It took me years to come up with a title for it...which is odd for me because, normally, I come up with the title first.

Anyway...a very short poem that, when I made the mistake of asking the chaplain what he thought of it...he said he thought it meant I was looking for God. I should've known better than to ask him anything. That was always his answer. Anyway....here it is.

A Backward Glance From Beyond the End

On the sunrise of the first day, though a golden and joyous day,
I wept for the world and the horrible destiny that waited in store.

At the stroke of noon on the day halfway through its time,
I felt content that the end was coming that much nearer.

And on the sunset of the last day, though a sad and lamentable day,
I laughed aloud with the confidence of what would come next.