Stratford-on-Avon Parkway

Yesterday’s edge
by Matt Windle

Carriage connections cast fusions in time 
Bloodline relatives destined to cross paths
Happenstance meetings occur on the lines
Via stories that divert from the tracks

Perhaps you could look left…
       look right…
and tell me where you’re heading 
History is ingrained beneath the concrete 
but whose story are you threading?
Yesteryear’s ethos still ripples between our lives
Echoes fall hopeful between the muted
    and the cries 
Nature’s song sings in tranquil sounds
Upshot’s stand reticent just a stone’s throw from his town
                                                                     from his grounds
From this ounce of sound
To the clout that surrounds us
If word of mouth is the author, then our stories are boundless 
And we have stood in countless moments
during countless times
Some were not chosen, we just encountered the signs and heeded their suggestions
Immersed in disparity 
Building new days from old lessons 
Overlapping time spans that live side-by-side 
Form architectural constellations as contrasts
align.

You find yourself here, on yesterday’s edge 
Questioned by the now and what lies ahead