Groggy

Mid-life can be like

waking groggy

from an afternoon nap

with some regret

for the angle of the sun,

how the golden evening

is here

and there is still time

to play

but the day

is receding quickly.

 

Some go reeling

when they hear

the herald call

of dark,

frantic to stave off

inevitable shadows.

 

Some feel the late sunshine

pierce their hearts

and remake their agendas.

 

Me, I am so grateful

for my regrets,

how they teach me

depth of caring,

how the evening sun

puts haloes

on all that is here.

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