You never know what will inspire you or at what time it will happen. A TV show, a conversation, an article in a magazine, or a random email. I was inspired last night to write a poem.
I imagined what it might be like to have lived a long life and for a moment remember the dreams of youth. Let me know what you think.
Crinkled weathered eyes, foggy with age, gaze out the window.
Who is this person staring in the reflection?
I don’t recognize the face, the troubled brow twisted with regret and worry.
Just as I turn away..
a glimmer of the girl I used to be.
I imagine I’m still that quirky girl of 20,
Close my eyes and there before me all the possibilities that were.
Then, just as quickly, I open my eyes and the reflection is but a shadow of that 20-year-old, possibilities running down life’s driveway, streaming into the drainage system.
I will sleep now and forget for a time of my circumstances.
I shall escape, un-tether and float freely in a place of my choosing.
Good-night old girl, see you on the flip side.