Poem: All that way up

All that way up 

and then we find it is not tomorrow yet
and just return back,
with a detour or two, but,
in all it was wasted time.
I am fine.  I am calm.
Once it would have been bad,
I think.  I didn't notice that part.
I am only thinking it now.
That is strange.
One day, maybe,
I will even forget
to notice what hasn't happened.

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