AI image via Deep Dream Generator
Days of Future Passed
I saw myself coming down the hillside
Silent, gliding
My older self, his time on the hill done, now bound for the work of the city
I looked carefully
For lessons to be learned, deep and valuable
Gliding, he passed behind a clump of shrubby pines
I would meet him soon, there is only one way up the hill.
There is never just one way up the hill.
I walk through winter fields, irrigation ditches edged with precious crystals of ice
I leap over the stream, a trickle in late summer
I curve around the dogwood, its blossoms creamy in the spring
I court the romance of monsoon clouds, waiting, waiting for Nanda Devi to smile.
Every way up the hill is a new way, and he found a new way down.
Sometimes, I see him in dreams, now knowing our paths will never cross
We never loop back upon ourselves, like a train chugging along a track
We soar and we spiral, we swoop and sometimes we stall
Catch a glimpse of ourselves threading through a dark valley
Or high on an autumn ridge, heading for the snows
But then we’re both gone
Left to Now
To This.
Insightful, wise and so very AI !
AI - I hope you are referring only to the image.