I’m at that age where I know
That it is getting to be too late…
So I best hurry.
I should hurry and do the things
That I haven’t done.
Then I remember the things
That I need to do, now
And I need to slow down and do them.
On the way home
I rolled down the truck window
And held my arm out into the wind.
My hand knew what to do.
It cupped itself into that form that children know
That lets it catch the air and fly up and swoop down.
Fly up and swoop down.
I could see the wrinkles on my face in the side mirror
But my hand couldn’t see them – it was busy.
I need to slow down.
Time needs to slow down.
I best hurry.