Day 4 of NPM. Happy happy. This piece was written by me. One of my personal favorites:
The Passage of Time
we’ve run out of conversation,
we’ve nothing left to say.
we cannot abide by talk of the
children, who now wrangle children
of their own, expecting us to play with and to give back, to babysit and to listen.
and what of those who bore us? how do we talk of what stabs us in our hearts, of nursing
homes and pain pills, of loss of strength and absence of memory?
we’ve run out of conversation,
we’ve nothing left to say.
we let them talk around us, about anniversaries and births, about time and trust, about how our
lengthy togetherness inspires, about leading by example.
they merely hear their own voices reverberating back to them.
not ours. we haven’t said a word.
and what would you say, if you could?
and what would i say, if i could?
crickets chirp.
the night wears on.
we’ve run out of conversation,
we’ve nothing left to say.
This Square Peg. 