here and n o w

These are the years

The growing, not-knowing, shape-shifting years

The crying, tear-smiling, shelling, hard-wiring years

Golden years

Grey-day, hot-fire years

Years when souls twist, locking wrists,

When thought wanders

Heart ponders

love-what-is-it, don’t-know-this, can’t-do-it

hard-pillows, blue-carpet, bowls-crusted, entrusted

with living

giving

up, too-much, and hand-holds

hugs and piano-days, sun-wet days, praise

when you-go, and I-know

and everything-makes-sense, but-doesn’t,

praying, not-saying, just-speaking

laughs

stars

fears

these are the years.