I begin to feel the rising panic
that probably gets worse later
as I watch the days flowing much too fast
once immeasurable inexhaustible cheap common
now spilling like diamonds down the deep well of time
and I am leaning over the side
grasping at the avalanche just out of reach
and I cry wait!
but there is no wait
only the counting of lost dreams.
I should have paid more attention
learned more about art
I thought I knew what that was
in the fullness of wisdom
I see that I know nothing
that life is always
one answer forward
two questions back.
A version of this poem first appeared in High Horse Poetry Magazine (2004).
Used here with the author’s permission.