Through the Prism

Days are fleeting, speeding by without permission

eliminating possibilities

dreams

adventures not known.

I will never

climb to 10,000 feet

be a classical pianist

dance in a ballet

direct a symphony

compete in the Olympics

travel the world

write the great American novel.

Startling how many options I no longer have time to become.

I can’t continue in past daydreams

pretending they’re in the realm of possibility

even if they were never meant to be.

You can be anything you want to be

changing to

Be content with who you are.

I must recalibrate, being realistic and honest

looking through the prism of what is

to the possibilities of what may be.

I can still

press on to 10,000 daily steps

practice Tchaikovsky Opus 6

dance in the beauty of sunrise

direct the movement of moments

perform a balancing act of grace

time-travel through memories

and record tender mercies

with tears of remembrance for those who’ve gone on

until I too am a memory in someone’s heart.