That feeling stayed with me upon waking and sits on me
even now, so that I am reminded of the steady march of years,
in spite of any thing that may happen in this short span to come.
Strange though it may have been, the dream has perhaps quelled
a little of the worry that haunted me this past night, and set
my gaze more firmly on the longer view that a life such as mine
History, it seems to me now, proceeds through us and around us
and in spite of us, and we people are just eddies in its river.