Sarah supplied an edited version of this poem in 2009. Please change your bookmarks.
DEFLECTIONS We're all in this together-- a throng of us preparing meals, smiling at strangers, realigning the brakes of our cars. All moving forward with a surety. but then an uneasy tone rings in the trees with an alacrity that undercuts the sunshine on our faces. We begin to travel as if to avoid something. When we were younger, we wondered how we would handle middle age Now, years later, we catch glimpses of it in others before we recognize it in ourselves.