The flight of life, all I am or hope to be. I close my eyes.
I am a child, turning as I look for signs of growing up,
then a teen, swirling in front of a mirror,
dreaming of college, midnights out, no curfew.
Suddenly, I awake to the sound of wedding music
and then a baby cries as I shake my head.
The laundry awaits, my feet hurt.
Life, where is it going, it used to seems so slow.
Now I’m bandaging skinned knees, paying mortgages.
I see my teen swirling in front of a mirror.
I find myself looking at the obituaries in the paper.
I notice a little gray in my husbands hair.
Graduations, weddings, then accidents, surgeries,
my back hurts when I garden all day, the house needs repair.
I cry at the tombstones of my parents,
suddenly becoming aware of my own age,
Life, speeding by at the speed of light.
Computers have replaced the written word.
I feel outdated, like I don’t belong here anymore.
Struggling to keep up, I feel the desperation of loosing my edge.
Yesterday, I was young, had hope, dreams, health.
I remember whirling in the wind beneath the moon,
Oceans waves crashing behind me, the bright lights of town
glowing distantly, calling to me, “Come, live, love!”
Now it is nighttime, winter, cold and bare.
The dreams have been fulfilled or died long ago.
I try to imagine where it all went, how it got away,
A tear rolls down a weathered cheek. I close my eyes once more.