It happens so fast
You're old before
ever being young
reminiscing on
footprints
yet to disappear
in the sand
swimming
before
knowing
what it means
to drown
sleeping
before ever
waking up
Remembering the past
And gloating at it now,
I know the frozen brow
And shaking sides of lust
Will dog me at my death
To catch my ghostly breath.
- Carolyn Kizer
