the fine art of patina

 



aging,

took some 60
years to get the
hang of it.

the past is an
ancient, mystical
land,

the future is
science fiction.

all that exists is
now.
not yesterday,
not tomorrow.

those delicate spaces
between the seconds
that scream--

PAY ATTENTION!

the deep woodsy
taste of expresso,

streams of sunlight
turning a room into
a Maxfield Parrish
painting,

the words of Carver
moving like white caps
towards the shores of
an uncertain heaven.

childhood sleeps in
the soft bed of
memory never to
awaken.

breath in,
fill lungs with
the absence of
expectations.

breath out
hesitation, fear
of, "what if?"

living is as easy
as waking up in
the morning.

dying is as simple
as going to bed
at night,

and how long is
a question
mark.