at 21 I looked into

a bright blue cloud filled sky

and marveled

at the profound beauty

at 31 I looked into

my young son’s

brilliant eyes

and marveled still

at 41 I looked at

the future


I was still young

at 51 I started

to avert my gaze

hesitant to look

as I began to hurt

at 61 I am embarrassed

to live

in such a greedy country

and I marvel

at how small we are

all of us



looking for meaning

when perhaps

there is little to be found

outside of bright eyes

and blue skies