someday

When the winds blow and the flowers grow

I see you there.

Golden hair all a flair, rolling down the hill

Clover-covered, dew drops too

Even now I see you.

I see the sun warm your cheek

I see your hand reach out to seek—me.

So long ago, and while I know that I am gone.

When I was there, I said to you:

“Just close your eyes, you’ll see me too.”

a little note

My littlest wanted to write a poem with me. A cool New York, autumn day in 2020, she quickly rhymed the first line, lost interest and ran off.

I was left alone and my mind drifted to the future—what I hope is a very far off future.

I tell my kids I’m going to live until I’m 103, and maybe I will. I hope so—there’s so much more I want to do.

Why is it, that when we have kids we suddenly understand what time means and that for us, it’s limited.

The infinity of time is something of theory, when kids come into being.