Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it, I say! Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows. - Pope Paul VI
Shards
Tests and time limits
Guns and checkered flags
Competition and stomach ulcers
I like to pretend it's in the bag
While someone pats me on the back
For looking humble.
Fear and forest fires
Apathy and off-white liars
Miles for mechanics to measure
In broken belts and engine pressure
Motorcycle dreams and opens roads
For just my feet to pound
Until I find home.
Children's books and frying pans
Read Thoreau because I can
And wonder if Beauvoir was ever happy
Above the ironing boards and aprons
Other women wore
Restless until when
Alone until who
Confused until what dawn shines on the battlefield
Only so many tomorrows
Shards of time to make a stained-glass life?
Shards of Greek light to drink before Friday night.
Only so many tomorrows.
3 comments:
Sarah, I miss you! I like reading what you write...you should post it more often. I like this part: "Restless until when
Alone until who
Confused until what dawn shines on the battlefield".
love you!
Sarah--i like this
and i like seeing you blog again!
Miss you OODLES!
yo back man! my bro is back! (replace man/bro for words such as girl and sis)
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