Correct Me if I'm Wrong

Correct me if I’m wrong,

But didn’t I walk this way 

Just yesterday, when the

Sky was a blue and the 

Birds chirping just

As cheerily while my mind

Wandered other paths?

I know the leaves were 

Dancing lightly and the

Hop scotch game partially

Erased because I

Saw them out of the 

Corner of my eye.

I do know I remember that.

But my mind was on other 

Streets.  Streets where

Worries whisper to each other

Watching furtively to make

Sure they’re not being

Left behind, and Wishes

Dance in schools like silver

Fishes, flashing in the sun to

Keep captive my eye.

Streets where lost moments

Congregate, searching for the 

Right path into this moment.

But the sky and birds and leaves

Have the present, and those

Other streets stay in a town

Not far enough away to

Keep me from being divided.