Ten Years Ago

 

Thinking of ten years ago makes

me think of ten years from now.

 

I’ve been spinning around this globe

for seventy five years and notice that

its speed seems to be picking up.

 

I’m on a carousel, trying to grab a ring

that’s getting harder to grasp because

the prizes that seemed within reach

are starting to fade from view.

 

Africa, New Zealand, India, Vietnam are

places I can visit but probably not all of them.

 

I can’t do everything I once thought I might.

 

It’s hard to grasp a world without

maybe I’ll go there somedays

or maybe I’ll do that somedays.

 

Maybe my fear of missing out is

pitting myself against my desires.

 

Perhaps I should listen to the fire in

my belly that looks for art in everything

and shines a light on where to go

as it puts my mind to sleep.