In certain societies such as ours
and with certain people such as
you and I, changes in our lives
come gradually over time.
For instance, I can’t recall the day
or the moment I gave up chasing
fireflies at night and began reading
Moby Dick.
Can’t remember when I traded
hunting tortoises and playing
King of the Hill, l and started be-
coming infatuated with girls.
When was it exactly I changed
from a boy into a man? Were
the transformations biological
or societal?
I remember playing Hide and
Seek with my kids when they
were younger, but it just wasn’t
the same for me.
Changes, sometimes subtle and
unobtrusive. What did it take,
what had I been through to get
from childhood innocence to old
age and guilty as charged?
Oh, of course there were memorable
joys and struggles along the way. But
too, there were those prosaic lost days
in between, those unaccountable and
nebulous days where I had nothing to
do or say for myself.
Time has a way of slipping away
on any given day. And here I am
in my rightful time and place none-
theless, old and gray.
And tomrrow, who knows? My humanity
is a fallen leaf. Who can say from which
direction the wind blows?
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Chris Hanch 8-23-2020
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