What we owe the future
is not a new start, for we can only begin
with what has happened. We owe the future
the past, the long knowledge
that is the potency of time to come.
That makes of a man’s grave a rich furrow.
Wish I had found this project, blog, journal, or whatever you want to call it by Amalie Flynn a year ago so that I could have read the posts “in real time.” Flynn is a military spouse and also has a poetry blog called Wife and War.