Seconds

I stand at this turn of a century; past the brink of midnight
yet no nearer the other day; I think about edges and their
revolutions; I think about the greatest distance between
one and another; of what separates youth and wisdom;
milktooth and claw; monsters and man;

then I found you- my child- straying;
driving us to our graves- you:

the repeated years; the stroll-by months; the wizened weeks;
the trawling day that drags us along;
the hours that are not ours;
the minutes that are unforgiving;
and the fleeting seconds.

Only to gasp: we gave birth to you;
and what bad mothers and fathers
we have been.


cuRRent...jer  ¶ 6:37 pm