11 September 2006

Window(s)

Like a window closing
Or a door swinging closed much too quickly
The vacuum of the spaces building as freshness ends

Youth fading reality
Like our earliest memories – blurring
Or old photographs from grandma’s picture box

Restorative and preservation measures
Becoming as tired and old as the subject
Formative years ebbing, time speeding forward

Friends appearing much too adult, too old, too worn
Their children hiding shit from us, distrusting
Our words frightening ourselves to death

Our choices are to ride it out gracefully
Fight it with all our energy and resources
Or delude ourselves eternally

Like a window closing
Or a mighty tree falling
Night falls without warning or remorse