Trite MysteryA Poem by Floundering About“That is one of the great mysteries of life,” he said, “you go forward but the scenery goes backward.” We laughed awkwardly, patronizingly, hurling forward past trees sliding backward. “And then,” his daughter dutifully added, “you look in the mirror and you see where you’ve been.” However we were oriented forward, looking out the windshield as more road approached. How peculiar, the metaphor almost falls into nonsense but then what of the seats faced forward, the cramping legs, the nausea if you look away, and the driver risking collision if he looks away? The scenery whips by, you whipped on. What was there? The closer you look the faster it goes.
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