Alone

By fairy light
I listen to night sounds
In the pretty nothing
That is happening
Wishing for anything
A small catastrophe
Flood, fire, explosion
Some spectacle
To bring us out
Of our cozy shells
Our empty and full lives
To just occupy the same space
Tune to the same station
Connect

40

Angst
About turning forty

A forever teen
In an aging shell

All the things I haven't done

All the things maybe I'll do now

On the eve of both
Death and rebirth

Body already giving up
The possibility of
Creating more life

Which is fine

And sad

Done with all that
But grieving
A closed door

An existential crisis
An exhausted shrug

I haven't figured
Any of this out yet

Just as lost now
If not more
Than at 20 or 30

Only now
A familiar lost
Comfortably Numb

Oh,  hey
Yeah

That's my
Turning Forty Theme Song

A walk

There's a chance of rain
As I step out the front door
With no umbrella

The warmth of summer
Embraces me from all sides
Clouds promise a storm

Everybody waves
In this town, my town, my home
I turn at the bridge

Past all the mowers
The joggers, the dog walkers
The funeral home

Now past the college
Empty of students for now
For another month

Huddled together
Cows exist under shade trees
A plane flies so low

Climb up the big hill
Up the street that overlooks
The small plane air field

Back down a main road
Where cars and semi trucks pass
Gifting small breezes

By the Riverside
Under trees filled with webworms
In their gauzy nests

Finally back home
Pull my shoes off, have a beer
It hasn't rained yet