It's the getting from here to there
that's hard. You're going along, body
in gear, your mind many miles away,
when signs start to appear that are
easy to ignore at first, their threat
distant, their consequences unclear
until rounding a curve or climbing
over a hill, it's too late. You're
trapped. There's no going forward or
back. The opposite lane slips merrily
by. You stop, time stops, you're a
prisoner of a moment as others sigh,
Where is he? How could he be late?
Doesn't he know how important this is?
That's it, isn't it, he doesn't care.
When you arrive you're another person.
That's what's hard about getting there.
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