The body cannot keep up with the mind.
Heart races when anxiety thinks it is time.
Topics of old peel scabs that took years to find.
We count facial lines.
Time took away the agility we took for granted.
The youth and avant-garde–once graciously handed.
Aged like the wine, yesterday, now demanded.
Discomforts–mine, yours–leave us enchanted.
Shouldn’t we dwell upon such things as these?
We swing from fear’s bracing on the threadlike trapeze.
Hope shows us God and untethered guarantees.
Our faith-filled disease.
The humanity we define–like rolling of waves.
High tide that bears loss–low tide we claim saves.
Elements crashing in unpredictable ways.
Counting our days.
