First day of summer
Always first of something
And last of something else
Who do I know,
Correct that, did I know, that
Won’t see this one,
This summer, I mean
If I stop and
Think and
Consider
The reality,
Possibly the stupidity,
Of spending today
Looking forward to
The completion of X,
The end of Y and
The arrival of Z
I can keep finishing,
Acquiring, accomplishing
Until there is no more
And, yes,
That would include
No more of me
"Looking forward to
ReplyDeleteThe completion of X,
The end of Y and
The arrival of Z"
I like that. It reminds me of something I used to tell my students. They would say, "We live for the weekends!" I said, "Are you nuts? You're wishing 5/7 of your life away!"
thanks marcus, good insight. seems to be an ongoing part of my reality, trying to live in the moment...
ReplyDeletehonored that this poem made it into catapult magazine this week: https://www.catapultmagazine.com/check/poetry/x-y-z
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