AGILITY OF TIME

I'd wake taking days
for granted, young and
oblivious to the agility
of time.

every morning like a new
page, bright and candid,
the Summers,
free-spirited and sublime,

new horizons, countless,
abundant as eternity,
and I, fearless, rebelling
against the straight line,

seasons in levels of prosperity,
in the mercy of nature's design,
seeing with more clarity,
that aging...
was my only crime.