Getting near to the top of my twenties, almost
Thirty
I am somehow still thirsty and still forget to drink
It occurs to me now that we may indeed have
but one life to leave behind
Suddenly I could never be as young as
I'm older already
Nearing old

Perhaps life reveals its mysteries
One salt burn at a time, like stars
Meticulously waiting to be lit right
Until we take notice that
The sun and the moon are
Parenting our simple stroll;
still from above it's just another blast
Sprout, bloom, dry

But then again it is just my late twenties
Is there still time to look for wonder
I wonder
Will it feel like in the middle, the end?
I breathe consciously
My grandfather comes to mind, popping days like pills
As they come