Poem-a-day - April 20

Today's prompt: Write about "looking back"

My Rearview Mirror

I like my rearview mirror,

I keep wanting confirmation

that what is behind me

is still there.

It gives that receding

view of history.

You see only

the reflection of things.

But, there is always

that warning;

"objects are closer

than they appear"

Everything is closer

than it appears;

our death,

the deadline we agreed to,

Monday morning,

as well as the car

behind us.

You can't trust

the reflection of the past.

The rearview

is always an approximation.