Letters to the Past and Future

My version of new years resolutions

Letters to the past:

You whip wind slick skinned toes not quite touching the bottom,

You faltering step fall again and again that they call walking,

You half glass shattered on tarmac car start

Drop the now again and again in the ticking hand that bites the feed

And concede that this will not be the future.

 

Letters to the future:

Opened eyes and filmy blur and wobbling slur of vision

Cataracts or glaring sun or dim lighting throwing blinding darkness into pupils

And I thought this stumbling was a growing pain. No.

Learning to live blind, that is the growing up.