When I was younger
When I was younger, the race to be me
Generated a bow wave of those things
I needed to do, to learn, to understand.
Lately, that wave has become
A gentler indicator of still forward movement
To smaller goals, lighter learning,
And slow contemplation of understanding.
I no longer have to beat at the doors of art.
I have passed the need for a relationship.
I am more comfortable with my failures.
I may look like hell warmed over.
But I have no need to care.