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.