Dear Reader

This is no joke
The somatic clock has a fixed time
I feel you slipping away
Like a pacemaker

Meanwhile I want to be off
On a voyage
Grooved out of air
Riding treetops

Come back
We’ll discuss the lives we have left

Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto