Reid@YWP

every second I think

this is the oldest I have ever been

this is the youngest I will ever be again

this second is gone                      this one too

I’m sitting beneath a tree, 

Tangled 

In the roots, 

My fingers gripping those 

Of each soil-soaked tendril 

I tell this story to my children often enough that I fear they will memorize it and think it real. I thought it was real too when I was younger. Now I know better.