heart sinks as wisdom wells up
memories stretch, time grows short

if, in middle years, we grow another head
to watch our back trail, let those new eyes
see clearly, the thread that transforms
mistake, instinctive thrash, one true brave
choice, all of it, into a dance that holds
steady; so the forward eyes, even as light
dims their reach, might discern the way.

It’s Day 10 of Stroll of Poets’ 2018 30×30 poetry challenge. The prompt was, ‘two things happening at once.’