Month: August 2026

My mother never taught me 

How to live

Like I have time

I know very well

How to live

Like I’m dying 

The frantic pace 

The ever stretching yawn

Time’s maw ready to eat you whole

I never learned how to let 

The hours

Stretch 

Lovingly into years

How to feel each day 

And not be grateful for every dawn

I don’t know how to kiss the sky goodnight

And trust that in 

The morning

Things very well may be alright

I might

Have one more day

To sort things. 

I rush

Step

By

Step

Tripping over myself 

Spilling into the yard of my morrows

Strewing everything across my lawn

Had

I gone slow

I may not have

But I did 

I went 

And here I am.