This Fog Called Time (For Rachel’s 20th Birthday)

This fog called time

tricks us into thinking

we’re safe on dry land

only to blow away 

and reveal we’re really

only standing

on a cliff.

Time sings an

impatient, demanding melody

that everything is urgent

and everything must be addressed

now!

but then time plays that record

backwards,

revealing a hidden message

that lulls us into

thinking

that more days will come,

just as easily and predictably

as all the days before,

as our very next breath.

Raechy, I know

I’m just your

old man,

so I while I know you

and love you,

my first instinct

is to watch out

for you,

and keep you safe.

So,

I’m just asking

that before you run out

into this profane and

pulsating world,

please,

look both ways. 

[Written for Rachel's 20th birthday and for #OpenLinkNight at www.dversepoets.com - my home away from home for poetry on the internet.]