Impressionism

Sometimes.
Just sometimes,
You might wonder
How well you dressed up for a wedding party.
How you graduated.
How you moved into your first home.
How delicious a birthday cake was.
How you got your driver's license.
It all felt exhilarating and so impressionable-
Moments for life!

Until you have perspective of them
from the viewpoint of what can crush them
with their weight of actual eternity - 

like a coup, death or a pandemic.

Only then you know how fleeting everything is.

What remains are sunsets and starlight. 

Transient

It's hard to tell the time. It's hard to tell where every year disappears. It's hard to tell the day And the season I'm existing in. Age brings a nonchalance That we mistook as teens for Uncool in the adults we knew then. The tired we feel is Not the lack of vitamin D.
It's a weariness wrought upon us By patriarchy and inequality, Fatigue caused by time and money, how much we've had of both And how much more we need.

Sunday/Monday

Before you know it, it's going to be 8:00 a.m. on Monday morning.
Your Sunday will wither and die a loving death.
You will wake up a little more tired on Monday,
the head and heart heavy at the prospect of weekly machinations.

You were younger on Sunday.
Quicker on your feet.
Limber than usual.
Easier to keep. 

I Can't Breathe

He lay,
a dandelion
withering away
tuft by tuft.
The sun,
red at his feet,
purple mountains
glowering
and waiting for him.
She saw what was happening
He saw what was happening
But the distance
was too much
for them.

The red sun
swallowed by brown dust
that seeped up his legs.
Engulfed him
viciously
till he couldn't breathe.