Before daylight took the stage
I sat as lamplight threw my reflection
in the sliding glass door looking out
on the wide world still asleep.
A darker vision of myself stared
back at me, dim but discernible.
How did I grow so old so fast?
Where is the young buck I used to be
drunk on impossible dreams and beautiful things?
How did I so fast grow so old?
Yet daylight waits for no man,
and the light always overcometh.
So my twin faded until there was
nothing to sense but everything –
a stirring world of quaking aspens
and the neighbor’s black cat padding
luckily on the fenceposts and an
older sober me rising to give myself
to needful beautiful things.