Mutterings

Next year will be better.

It’s 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.

It’s 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.