(written for Sylvia, aged 90)
Does the moment ever shrink,
as if walls are closing in,
or skyline flattening
to some endless level of empty sea ?
As hour by hour the years accumulate
it might be thought that the high
moments of your life must lose
altitude, intensity, freshness. But I
question that conclusion.
Each moment I live
adds more of me to live with,
more collated time within
my living, more seeing
of what there is to see.
One day soon,
my moment
may not fit
me any more
and I’ll have to wear
a larger size of time
to hold this larger me.
Rogan Wolf, August 2018