I’ve heard that time seems to speed up as you get older. I didn’t expect it to happen so suddenly, and I’m nowhere near halfway to the finish line. Somehow, as everything races by, I keep missing the opportunity to write down a few lines of poetry.
I started a poem about a week ago, a haiku, and I saved it because it felt like it needed more than three lines to reach completion. Upon re-reading, though, I quite like it the way it is, so I'm posting it, just like that.
Windows beckon light
through a shroud, a spider’s veil
farmhouse rotting silk
April 29, 2010