Permissible Age


There is a limit to permissible age
Where vitality’s tooth grows long towards brittle end
Time’s attention turns to serk hardier stock
Auditioning future acts with the carelessness only it can withstand
And we
having indulged a lucid dream of self long enough
Take a seat among the tall grass
Finally stopping to smell the flowers
And feel the sun on our faces
Photo courtesy of Tweaked Original,Est. 2020

Strapped In

Strapped in for another go round in Life’s revolution

Feet dangling above the empty offering of anxiety’s abyss

High atop the windswept sands of time

Anticipating the gut wrench jerk that pulls towards success and failure

A direct path through the space mediocrity fears to travel

Surrounded in singleness by other riders strangely linked

By the will to ride

While others only watch..

Photo courtesy of Tweaked Original,Est 2020