Reminiscing

A Poem by Emil Kühnel

Looking back, and looking forward, can you guess the now

I am crawling, and I am drooling, on this hard wooden floor
these infant legs wont seem carry, nor stand up and floor it, so
I went on, and I kept on, from tile to the next
it didn't seem far, but the going had me vexed, yet
I crawled and I drooled up this slippery slope
had not abandoned or discarded all hope, and then
I felt time pass as I clashed, to reach this plateau, where I
could stand up and finally show, that
despite the struggle I wouldn't forgo, and so now

I am standing, and I am scooting, on the backyard lawn
these tiny legs are wheeling, and I am inhaling my yawns, so
I ran, and I ran till the morning would dawn, I hear my heart raging. Rushing and dashing, and dancing through the air
I feel as if, I should almost be there, but I was only a quarter to noon, finding myself just at the beginning of June
I realized, it shouldn't all happen this soon. So I
slowed down and passed a neatly painted fence, it was when I saw life get rather dense, and I sensed from all this running about, life had gotten a bit tense, now

I am out, in the world, with my feet no longer in spin,
they whirled and curled like they never before had been, so
I am stumbling again to reach the tile beyond the next,
searching for jobs, feeling like I am hexed, and
with no luck, I became slave to my time, wondering
why I am stuck in this God awful line, to pick up, move away,
rubble and bricks, or simply pick up that bundle of sticks,
I drown in my prime, doing my best to try and mime, showing
the world that I am still trying to climb, now

I am sitting, and breathing, trying to relax
catching my breath and giving some slack, so that
I could finally take as step back and look at the fact,
...my body is really aging, and as I sat, as I thought, I'd start to see what it brought, I never knew this kind of hunger, for knowledge, and wisdom, I had not previously known, it was only now that it truly had shown. So I wrote down, and brought up, ideas I've sown, about what I could bring and onto others bestow, because I'd like to paint the picture, and show it to the world, in it depicting "as above, so below" .. and now

I am lying, and I am dreaming, of things and stuff that didn't last
of something that perhaps, was truly meant to go fast, but
I'm not second guessing, that was done and so passed, now
knowing that I rest, I sift through the past, it was when
I came to the conclusion that it a was hell of a blast, now I ponder and I wonder, on the things not set in cast,
I would like to think that It perhaps led to something so vast, thus, reminiscing, and reflecting.. hoping I'd outlast
I savor my last memories of this humanoid past, and now