2021 Poems

The Accountant

As the pages
Of another year
Are written
And turned

We pour
Over them
The diligent

Looking for
The errors
That must be corrected
On our records

So often we
Build walls —
Shrines to our

Rather than
Raising temples
To myriad

The roads
That become maps
Of where we’ve been
Never the map we plan

For the road
Is paved by the pebbles
Of small decisions —
Unclear Impressionism

Until you step back
From the time spent
Nose down
Trodding onward

And look from
A distance
The many miles
You have travelled.

It is easy
for the road
To be washed out
by the river of misdirection

But for now the sun
Still rises in the East
And sets in the West
And one foot must precede the other

We carry on
Hand in Hand
Together to see
What this next day will bring.

By Makar

Stephen Sutherlin is a designer, poet and musician. He writes poetry about life in the southwest and enjoys metrical lyricism.

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