As the grey threads of age
Run their fingers through my hair
And I look upon the wrinkles
That scar the face of my youth
I do not begrudge time these markers
What I do mourn is the strength
Of life’s spring, the unflinching power, the confidence
Of elastic muscle fiber, the smooth, painless motion of joints
The sense of all the time in the world
To live the many lives I dream
As I feel the nascent spectre of mortality
Stirring within me, I remind myself
There is time enough for only one life
And of that, there is less and less
With the passing day
But time enough to live this one
6/12/21 –Tulsa, OK Airport
Thoughts From The Orchard 