Lines

Lines

I see lines everywhere,


At the grocery store 


And on the road,


These lines are representations


Of things we only think we know,


The lines on your face, on your hands,


The inevitable time in between two points


That begin and end not where we thought


We were going down a path that turned


Or intersected yet another line trailing off


Into an abyss or happiness we do not know. 


Yet we follow them because that's what 


One does while standing or moving 


Through, in or on an endless line 


Of reasoning, logic, emotion twisting


Curving, turning, bisecting, angling, creating


A life, which intertwines with other lines


That we, bewildered know are fatal, dangerous, 


Thin shallow leads toward what we hope 


Can answer questions asked as we go


Along with lines filled with meaning and


People that pretend lines begin and end


Straight.

Jim Hime ©2012