The body ages and my hope is
so the heart and soul ferment
existence into an elixir
only ageing can possess.
Something to do about the speed
of living simultaneously increasing
and slowing down, something about
remembering the unforgettable and what
is still being found. A fellowship of a few.
The conversations slipping from aches
and pains into the metaphysics of rain.
Sipping that wine that was a moment ago
water until someone says, “It’s time to
go” and we look over our shoulders,
laugh, say, “See you tomorrow” as if
it’s a fact and not a prayer with yesterday the answer.
-Byron Hoot
