Saturday, April 28, 2012

Clocks

It's late at night often, when it strikes me
Just a little tap on the shoulder
To say that I won't always be twenty two
One day I will have crows feet
The longboard I go sailing through the streets on
Will belong to my children
I'll look at it and smile
As one does with things of the past gracefully surrendered
This morning I'm just beginning all of life
Without career, mostly without direction
One day I will age
It seems impossible now, that I won't always look just like this
I won't be able to move this fast
Run this wild
My spirit will go places further than my body ever has
Books will become much more gravely important
Long afternoons in the hammock
Inside the gardens
Lulu
Little lover of life
Will not be so little
Anymore
I dreamt last night that I had long, long sheathes of hair again
I had grown up
In some ways
I wonder sometimes, if we are looking at time the wrong way round
Maybe the Universe moves backwards
Until all that's left is soul and stardust
All of us children in a nursery held by the sky
I don't fear change now
Strange, to feel so old
When you've really only just arrived
Every day becoming freer
Sorting through this enormous technicolor puzzle
Learning over and over right from wrong
Light from light
Me from you
I won't always be twenty two
Someday the whole planet will be able to take one look and see
How long and hard I've laughed
And cried
Age is a number, as they say
A way of keeping track of the sun
And you
Dancing around each other
Smiling full into each other's faces
There was a time only a certain number of days ago
When I didn't yet know how to speak
Couldn't have written this here for you for all the gold in California
But I still can't tie my shoes properly
Certain people never lose that sparkle
God, I pray I'm one of them
Those eyes enormous, full with wonder at it all
Now those last forever
We are all great friends with time
If we could only understand him
No anxiety would flicker through us
We'd never ask why again
But just swim this current
All together now and always
Each in his different wave
But held by the same arms
Everybody waving to each other
Everybody shining

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