Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis The future looms so much closer now no dreams weave a halo around its outcome aspirations have dwindled to respirations insistence on continuing the game of life. Most all of what I’ve gone through have been referred to as stages, phases of life, periods of adjustment, trials and tribulations to be overcome, moved through, lessons learned. Not so anymore. Those easy “lay-ups” early in the game, though as important as the “Buzzer-beater”, never seemed as “easy” to execute. Seems life has become a series of “two minute drills”, no “hurry up” offense, just a plodding “three yards and a cloud of dust” dedication to the demands of the game. To “show up, suit up and stand up”. Now I know why there are empty pages at the back of the play book, why spontaneity and experience conspire to overcome - not overpower. I review the plays each day knowing it is not the game that must change but my relationship to the game, to adapt, to undergo the metamorphosis of living, accept the gradual changes of a future that I somehow “outran”, the present it became, and the past that fades beneath the clouds at the base of the mountain. 1/14/2017 submitted to – Any Poem Written In January 2017