I look forward to April every year. It’s poetry month. It’s PAD – Poem-A-Day- with Robert Brewer over at Writer’s Digest. It’s reconnecting with a few poets I’ve met there. It’s feeling creative once more. It’s looking forward to reading the prompt of the day and being challenged to produce. It’s being able to express so many cooped-up feelings. It’s mostly happy and sometimes sad and always a month of possibilities.
Day One: “F”
Future and Present
Future and present me
to past and present you:
Do you remember how much I love all things time/space/dimension travel?
Today I heard that Beatle’s song
When I’m Sixty-Four
and I won’t be able to sing it
when I’m sixty-four
because you will always be sixty-three
and come November
I’ll be older than you
for the first time ever
***
I’m already losing my hair
like my mom
and your’s was still thick
like your dad’s
If you were still here
we might be doing the garden
digging the weeds
We were going to scrimp and save
in our moonlight years
***
When I’m sixty-four
you’ll be forever sixty-three
and I’ll still need you
Not In This Soup Alone 