Time does not believe
In beauty or
Dignity
Make no bones about
It
In the end
We are only
Spirit and skin
Quit sucking
Your belly
In
Bounce
Be momentous
And
Live in the light
Fate waits
To tip
Our toes
Into night
Where we're
Left to waltz
Solo
On our imagination's
Dance floor
This is offered for Poetry Pantry at poetryblogroll.blogspot.com--this week my mom fell and fractured her thigh bone, and while I was waiting to board a plane to see her, my husband texted me that he was at the hospital. His father had a stroke, and couldn't speak. You never know what curves in the road are coming. And it makes me realize how much we have to enjoy the moment.
