i know this moment will pass

Losing my writing, losing myself
in this rat wheel I am on
gogogogogogo
needs and wants pull me around
like pearly taffy
no time left to let my thoughts
sift and congeal
into meaning
who am I becoming
besides a tired person
besides numb
besides resigned
to the parts of life that are
over.

time

My son. Standing on the back porch in the sun in his Donnie Darko t-shirt and orange baseball socks. He's taller than I am, and skinnier. It wasn't too long ago that we were all remembering when he was a chubby toddler, parked in front of The Jungle Book in his underwear. I sneak glimpses of him and store the images in my brain, because I know now how fast everything is slipping away. High school, girlfriend, college. Hugs become angular.

It has taken me a long time to start grasping the passage of time.

Thankfully, the building I work in has many windows. I am able to see the sunlight