Sarah Rosenblatt - Poetry

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.