Alzheimer’s

it was hard to determine the precise moment
when her gaze became tomorrowless

although i remember the thick smell of sheets
and the clinical light

i can still remember that she stole a kiss
and that all she knew was left in her hands
how they held on to the cold bars of the bed

Alzheimer’s was originally published on Meandering home

Music

I am sitting in a convenient store
my coffee is getting cold
the word triumvirate pops up
it’s a word that doesn’t belong here
yet, it snaps into its place:
what is real is what is the case

suddenly, I wanna be crazy old
the laughing belly of our truth

and

I wanna be profoundly young,

like music

Music was originally published on Meandering home

When we’re old and done

When we’re old and done

How will our love feel? Will we be

Anxious, afraid we missed out on

What we could have done? Afraid of

Looking back and feeling like dry sand?

Life seems funny and meaningful when the people

Around us are younger and we, unwittingly

We become authorities on living

They say that we know how it is done

We say we must curtail our consciousness

Give it up for raw being.

They thank us

For our presence at the table.

When we’re old and done was originally published on Meandering home