In the ‘getting easier’ in the growing older
In the way the mind gives to forgetting
In the aches that rise from how the body
gets used over time and over time again
In how the ‘getting easier’ in the growing older
seeks to melt away old history settled deep
In the melancholy of remembering the forgettable
In the roll in and out of what comes in uninvited
In how the ‘getting easier’ in the growing older
Gives no permission in the insistence of the past
On that old landscape that needs to be plowed up
Turned over and sowed with wild seed every day
In the ‘getting easier’ in the growing older
count on any and all attachments to make it harder
In those places that still need forgiving
In the aches that formed from betrayals
There is no ‘getting easier in the growing older
In the hold on, hope to, maybe this time histrionics
that eats at your joy and caresses your lonely
In the hold over of what needs ending and sending off
what needs ending and sending off
for the ‘easier’ to not be so hard?
