John Cho


He needs to sit and rest awhile,
Just sit and rest just this once
From burdens of these heavy days
He sets them on the floor beneath him,
Just this once, just this once.

He turns his eyes, the world whizzes by.
Looks out the window, something’s different,
Sunlight pierces the wispy clouds, unveiling
A crisp blue sky, a clear new world.
Something’s different, something’s different.

Moment of reflection, time slows
Revelation, he now knows;
He sees it now, illumination
For what he lives, fresh motivation.

Out the window, time now frozen
Suddenly, brisk world in motion yet again,
Or was time flowing relentless all along?
He’s missed his stop, yet again,
Yet again, yet again,

He shuffles down this Long Walk now, towards his house.
As he always does, perhaps a bit slower,
He looks up;
The bleak, dead clouds.
He doesn’t stop though, if only he could,
He can’t,
He won’t.


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