A
decade for the ages, as they say…
There
was Hell and high water,
rebirth
and beauty.
There
was a book published-
one
that I wish I could do over again.
There
was retreat to,
and
a near surrender from,
the
cave
in
which I jettisoned myself.
Procrastination
and writer’s block
in
spades, continuing
to
this very day.
This
was the decade
in
which my eyes saw
the
darkest basements
of
hospitals and
the
baggage they hand
you
on your way out.
Those
same eyes saw
the
emergence of two miracles
into
this world as well.
Stacks
of books
Came
across my desk
throughout
the ‘teens.
I’ve
broken bubbles.
I
said goodbye to a dear friend;
taken out far too soon
from an illness she
never deserved.
But
yet, in this same
time, I was
also privileged to hold
those
of the strongest woman
in
the cosmos,
as
I married her and again, as we
became
college graduates together.
This is the decade
that I found the capricious face
of the universe.
This last decennium
has
been pain
and
joy, love and fear,
triumph
and defeat.
It
has been chock-full
of
time wasted.
It
is now 2020.
My
lord,
how
did we get to this place?
It
flows forth in a torrent
that
I still cannot comprehend.
The next set is mine.
It
is time to get action.
Be
grateful,
you’re
on borrowed
time.
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