Thoughts in the Glass of Time

I miss the possibilities,

the open-ended themes

allowed free rein and unfettered interpretation.

I miss the endless seconds

passing through the hourglass of life’s days.

I miss the heat of idealism

and the energy burning

without obvious cause

and to spilled effect.

Mostly, I miss the sense that

more days are ahead of me

than are behind me.

But I do not miss

the uncertainty of self,

nor the pain of new love

tattered by tears in the fabric of lives.

Nor do I miss the innocence

of the first blood of riotous adulthood.

Instead, I look

to the quickening of pulse

in the frost of my autumn,

to the moment of peace within the day

when horizon is lost

within the colors of dusk,

and to when I can hold the hand

of my beloved

into the thickening night,

and feel the pulse of our two bodies

merge in time.

copyright/All rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2012 

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