Turning Away
---- Big Frank Dickinson

As the face turns so turns the focus
Away from what was attended to before,
Now filed away, perhaps, in memory's
Storage bin next to unbought paintings and sunsets
Fading away into vague views of beautiful
And firmer notions of not here anymore.

As the heart turns so turns its grasp
Away from what was imbedded to afterward's
Release, set free to float until the weight of
Gravity pulls it down onto a waiting locus
Of attraction that draws it in and holds it
On the ground with a jarring new focus.

As time turns so turns the understanding,
A laggard that tidies up belatedly,
Sweeping the past into a pile, neat-n-clear.
The view's not 20/20, rather,
It's 60/40 backwards leading onward;
More fully formed now than then - Amen.