Just some nights’ sleep ago, You went to kindergarten For your first day of school. And moments later, Your first date ended, Your indulgent mother smiling, Full of questions, Knowing well their answers. Just after breakfast today Your third child was born. Now, as you sip your Gimlet before dinner, She packs for your alma mater. She will graduate long before bedtime The universe, so small after the burst, Has grown too vast too fast For the light of your infancy, Your vibrant childhood and adolescence, To reach you ever again. And space spontaneously appears Between the vaunted feats, Of your valorous career. Time so viciously Separates your finest hours. Your galaxies rush away from each other, All of them showing streaky retreating tails Of red to all of the rest. You, on the couch, stare into the fireplace, Empty conical glass drooping from a wizening hand. Your mind searches space for the rim Where the dimmest lights flicker out.
3 thoughts on “Horizon”
Phew. This is beautiful, Paul. I had to gasp for air while reading it.
Thanks, Suzanne! I’ll be catching up on your slices soon!
This paints such a vivid picture. I mediate my thought of my own. Hundred and how they are growing so fast. In the blink of an eye they will be grown. What beautiful words.