David Kanigan posted this a number of days ago. It really resonated with me and I cannot stop thinking about it so I thought I would share it so others could be left mulling over these awesome thoughts, too 🙂
The second half of my life will be black
to the white rind of the old and fading moon.
The second half of my life will be water
over the cracked floor of these desert years.
I will land on my feet this time,
knowing at least two languages and who
my friends are. I will dress for the
occasion, and my hair shall be
whatever color I please.
Everyone will go on celebrating the old
birthday, counting the years as usual,
but I will count myself new from this
inception, this imprint of my own desire.
The second half of my life will be swift,
past leaning fenceposts, a gravel shoulder,
asphalt tickets, the beckon of open road.
The second half of my life will be wide-eyed,
fingers shifting through fine sands,
arms loose at my sides, wandering feet.
There will be new dreams every night,
and the drapes…
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Thank you for sharing. So glad that this poem left its imprint on you and hopeful now others can enjoy it.
As someone who’s about to step across that threshold into the 2nd part of my life, this resonates. Thanks for sharing it.
A beautiful, resonant poem well deserving to be shared 🙂 And well worth living.