Urban revelation

Pain sears through the blocks, clearing the traffic, clearing the sky.
Love comes like this, life too.
Big days and bigger nights. How can we balance our deaths so that they don’t tip us
off or over, into or under?

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Celebrating 60

My daughter is preparing to celebrate my sixtieth birthday.
A few hours earlier, here she is:

My son and daughter asked me what I would like to accomplish in the next year. Life is so full now, I told them. As my personal future diminishes, the present intensifies, almost unbearably at times, with what is. What I hope for is to be present in its unfolding, a few more days, months, years. But I also know that my responsibility is not over. There is more agency ahead, even though now I’m in the back seat.

Sooner or later, the time comes to pack up. We’re on the road again, moving forward.