It’s Time
Or say once more it’s time to write.
You can’t look away forever.
Morning takes so long. You think
of the song that waits, the line
you started but left for later.
The book you are reading
for the third time takes long
enough to be a new adventure.
The people are the same,
but meanwhile you changed.
It’s beginning to winter. Yesterday’s
rain is white on the ground.
The sky clears. You wake and
remember you are old, the tune
in your mind starting to fade.
—Donnell Hunter
26 November 2012
