August

As the summers ebb in and out and past and
The other seasons follow suit and
So carefully, so wonderfully,
So full the days come to
stay
awhile,
to laugh and weep and sigh awhile
before
they slip out the back
And away, and
these things that form our everydays
softly become
the things we used
to do.

The new things have come again

Startled, I see that
I have sailed a few miles
Beyond the familiar
Though I don’t remember it.

we’re all learning
to grow up
A little bit at a time