This one started out as a poem about folks who get lost in the past, sucked out of the moment and into reverie. Written in my twenties, I saw a lot of old folks drifting away from involvement in the here and now and wanted to pen a tome about the dangers of dropping into that rabbit hole. So, now that I’m an old person, here I am spending all my time recycling my old artistic creations instead of making anything new. How’s that for poetic irony. Hmmm… “poetic irony” – that’s a new creation. WooHoo! Not Dead Yet! (Mostly).