Like Race Around the World,
we’re traveling through life,
adopting different speeds,
and taking different routes.
Each life that’s lived’s unique,
a one off gift of time,
blending both choice and chance,
making us who we are.
The victory I’ve found
is not in these but those;
in those with whom I’ve travelled,
and those I’ve loved and served.
Tonight Alpha met Race Around the World.
(15.05.25)
© Ben Quant 2025
Photo by Nejc Soklič on Unsplash
Today I’m travelling backwards
Facing the wrong way around
Reversing to Cambridge by train
The present flees before me
Doppler effect in years
Returning to my home
Revisiting forgotten passions
Middle age flies by
Resurfacing our childhood
Trips to Cambridge always make me nostalgic. Aging does that too.
(08.05.25)
© Ben Quant 2025
Frankie was happier on the return leg,
senseless with mirth at his own jokes.
More sleep was had, the gradual detachment
that comes when homeward bound.
Retreating inwards we count –
weekend timetables require patience.
A mindless state’s achieved.
A better journey on the overnight Megabus, helped by the lively ceilidh last thing.
(17.08.24)
© Ben Quant 2024
Ode for the Day 