A Poem - February 12

February 12, 2010

Today, I wrote this poem:

"Aftermath of a Doctor Visit"

I am not
ready
to embrace how
fragile
life is.

I am not
ready
for the
certainty
that this
will end
someday.

I am not
ready
to look
into the
future, watch
us both
grow old
and feeble.

Is it too
soon?

Is it too
soon
to feel
and know
and grieve
the loss
of forever?

Is it too
soon
to look
back
and wish
to savor
all of it
all over
again?

Is it too
soon
to want
more time
even while
we never
know
how much
time we
have?

Because
I am not
ready
to stop
being
young and
embrace
aging.

I am not
ready
to accept
the grey hair,
the limits,
the pills,
the slow
and certain
parade of this
organic me
into decline.

I am not
ready
to think
of me
without you
or you
without me.

I am
ready
only
to explore
and endure
and delight
in whatever
we can find
to live
together.