why am i afraid of
time?
do i count the grey hairs one-
by-one among the numberless
brown?
do i watch for plumbing faults &
leaks? beware
of aches and ambushes of
pain?
i must confess to
watching my always friend, my
partner across from me in the
mirror, as he
slowly ages, weeping
away with
time.
yet i know his cheshire-cat
smile, the one that re-
mains when the stripes &
fur completely dis-
appear.
haven’t you wonder-
ed where the sun goes af-
ter dark? how they’ve been
hiding all those aeons? the place
where all those storks & ba-
bies really come
from?
if angels have wings (&
every one knows they do) ––if
unicorns never parade in pub-
lic without their horns (& this is
certainly true)
then
there’s some big where that every one
is going to
& some big what that every
thing fits
in.
it’s more mysterious than the
source of the nile. profounder than
the riddle of the sphinx. sexier than any
body. it’s
the basic adventure of
every
lifetime.
so relax your
bones.
let fear run &
hide.
open your
heart
empty your
mind
forever’s only a
single breath
away.