Well, it’s been a year now,
or so it seems,
since I have walked here,
sat here
and watched the world come and go.
Nothing old,
always something new.
But what is really different now
from then,
and tomorrow
and forever.
This is how we do life.
This is how we choose it.
Do we really grab it by the tail,
or does it grab us and never let go.
Never until it exhausts us
and wrings itself out of us,
leaving us feeling
we’ve never lived enough of it.
Leaving us thinking we’ve become wiser.
Never really understanding
we’ve become smaller in it,
than the day we came into it
so big.

The coffee is so dark in the clear glass mug, I can’t see the bottom today.