April 18, 2019-
Age nine found me whimsical,
lost ever in my own thoughts,
save when it came to lessons,
in Mrs. Kimball’s class.
Age nineteen found me lackadaisical,
flitting in and out of other people’s lives,
with no thought as to my effect on them.
Age twenty-nine found me desultory,
often lost in the bottle,
floating along Arizona’s highways,
or the backroads of the wider West,
yet making a stab at conveying math,
to myself and my students.
Age thirty-nine found me devoted,
to my wife and toddler son.
The fragrance of Jeju,
and the progress of my English-teacher candidates,
filled out my world.
Age forty-nine found me wary,
of any and all politicians,
of a wayward shaman,
whose stated goal was
to bring about my ruin.
Age fifty-nine found me crumbling,
about to lose the most important
person in my life,
to the dis-ease that had
for over fifty years.
Age sixty-nine is seven months off,
yet it may well find me
in a state of flux.
I know my life is aimed
ever looking past