Monday, July 3, 2017

"Aging" by Terri Lynn Cummings

No one can go back and make a new beginning,
but any of us can start now to make a new ending. 
— Maria Robinson

Aging

Time
wanders the rooms 
of man’s life
He
the title role in his plot

she
the film in his eyes
grow spare in shared history
harvested from 
hell and paradise

In the half-light of dusk
man gathers himself
closes and locks 
the door to an 
emptying house

Surprises 
which once held 
the back straight
curl into themselves
Hands of the clock unwind

--Terri Lynn Cummings

Poet’s Notes:  My life is stuck on fast forward. Childhood, youth, adulthood, and middle age has soared past like a star. Now each sunrise lures me to the past, and sunset reminds me of what remains undone or unspoken. 

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