Fate
Fate
hangs over me
like a moonless waterfall of night
engulfing everything
taking nothing
but time
I remember when I was 10 years old
and breathed a carefree life
time was but a secret I couldn’t tell
that I buried in youthful exhalation
in a seamless horizon of dapper dreams
folded neatly in empty dresser drawers
And now
there is a clock in every room
whispering in fading memories
telling me I can’t escape
the hands on my face
the ticking truth of glass
that in 20 years
I’ll be old and gray
But my parents don’t have 20 years
their time is running out
like the resolve in their fragile bones
breaking on the concrete steps of winter
buried somewhere
beneath the marrow of life
Yet we don’t dare speak those truths
because pain dampens eyes
and washes away hope
which I will need
to see one last sunrise
before fate
finds that 10 year old boy
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