03-11-2017, 04:53 AM
Good Times
“These are the good times” – thirty years ago,
while visiting friends, I had that thought.
How did I know the good times wouldn’t last?
In just five words I wiped away my future.
Not that the young Caleb actually knew,
but he did: he looked down a bright and sunny
road so far that he saw the end, and by
anticipating brought it to him sooner.
This was not like the monk who comprehends
that the vessel is already broken, no;
my foresight gathered in my thunder clouds
and changed my life forever for the worse.
And now I struggle against the youthful curse
and wonder if my life can become more kind.
I am writing again, and that is good —
if not in my life, then joy in my words?
We’ll see. It is late to build a legacy.
In this strange universe, we are compelled
to make a life without knowing where we’re from,
to carve great accomplishments out of sand.
I was always overwhelmed, and still am.
“These are the good times” – thirty years ago,
while visiting friends, I had that thought.
How did I know the good times wouldn’t last?
In just five words I wiped away my future.
Not that the young Caleb actually knew,
but he did: he looked down a bright and sunny
road so far that he saw the end, and by
anticipating brought it to him sooner.
This was not like the monk who comprehends
that the vessel is already broken, no;
my foresight gathered in my thunder clouds
and changed my life forever for the worse.
And now I struggle against the youthful curse
and wonder if my life can become more kind.
I am writing again, and that is good —
if not in my life, then joy in my words?
We’ll see. It is late to build a legacy.
In this strange universe, we are compelled
to make a life without knowing where we’re from,
to carve great accomplishments out of sand.
I was always overwhelmed, and still am.