"The poem is a snapshot of our lives, on the verge of eternity and the fear that we all contend with. Jim Morrison said "Now is blessed, the rest remembered" and Byron's poem is a testament of waking into a world that is in between conscious reality and the eternal, a life on the threshold of Heaven but fraught with the dangers of the temporal." T. Byron K., N/S Editor
Sometimes when I look in the rearview
mirror on a curve and hold
a little too long looking behind,
an eyelash of eternity, I don't
know if I'm quite on the road
or if I'm going ahead or reverse.
In the rearview long enough for a feeling
of giddiness that makes me squeeze
the steering wheel and say, as if I
just escaped a terrible threat,
"I'm here. Right now. Eyes
straight ahead on the road. "