Muttering

Next year will be better.
Its part of the plan.
Still, today I will eat dessert first,
In case I’m wrong about next year.

I cannot process all the changes.
I read books, that are not printed,
And engage in civil discussion,
That takes place digitally.

Across from my restaurant table
A child is coloring her picture book,
While my companion explains
Why I need an annuity.

Its hard to get the right perspective.
Most days change looks superficial.
But sometimes it seems we will drop too heavy a burden,
And the earth will grow dark.

If we could just get over ourselves
There might be more time in Paris,
And less time spent measuring time.