“These are the days of the endless summer…”
Dateline: Montgomery Alabama
that somewhere out there,
there is a planet,
that doesn’t keep time.
A planet, without, clocks.
A planet, without, calendars.
that all those,
who live on that planet,
a million sunrises,
a million sunsets.
that I live on that planet,
where there are no todays,
that those I love,
are on that planet,
“…these are the days by the sparkling river…”
My face, surprises me. I hope it is the mirror, and not me, that is getting old. I’m surprised, because my face, is not ME.
Me, just graduated from high school, just danced at the prom.
Me, just looked into my wife’s eyes, for the first time.
Me, just held my daughter, my son, in my hands.
Me, just could call home, and my parents would answer.
Me, knows, though, the mirror never ages, and that what has aged,
“…these are the days now that we must savor…”
Some of you reading this know exactly what it is I’m talking about, some of you, have no clue.
Some of you are young, some of you are like me, old.
How is it that in my mind, I’m still a kid, when in fact, my body is not. I have more life experience now, but I still, when no one is looking, grab the whipped cream can, and shoot the stuff into my mouth, I still wet my finger and stick it in that little jar in the kitchen cabinet filled with brown sprinkles.
I was an infant, until I blinked, and became an old man.
The other day, my roommates, Shaw Grigsby and Paul Elias, and I had just finished a sushi dinner, they did…I don’t eat bait…and we were just sitting at the restaurant table and we just started talking about all the aches and pains associated with surviving yourself, this long.