I say, “I can’t wait”
But now as time has crept,
I no longer look forward.
Now I anticipate with enthusiasm
Yet disdain time past
I’ve polished my eyesight,
Honed my hearing,
More gentle is my touch,
Greater I can feel.
Saline drops fall from my eyes
Seemingly too fast they come
now days.
I seem to cry: when birds can’t fly
or dogs have but three legs;
when my Tetra floats
no longer swimming
their breath is lost,
their fins no longer moving.
I had heard and had read
that seeing sad things many times
would lessen feelings after long
but I have found that with time,
the heart, the mind
the eyes, the touch,
come closer to humankind.
Today, this moment,
Now.
I can hear my breath
