Agewise

On the descent

           through the cloud

                no visible data

A moving finger

          vaporizing as it wrote

                challenged

Now to story repair

           age privileged

                life revisiting

A revisionary pause

           regrasp the dream

               unleash the spirit

Look again

           love the story

                coasting permitted

Live it another way

           going gracefully

                into the dark night

Sing the song

           in half-light

                syntax recast

Meandering paths

           palpitating dreams

                nothing left to fear

Vision

           looming

                beyond the horizon

  

I had to shut down my laptop as we descended so I saved my file to the Cloud. and watched the soft damp clouds outside the plane dissipate as the runway came up to meet us. Thus began this poem.

At my age I have the privilege of taking a look at a long past as I consider my disposition to face my future.

This poem is my reflection and my offering. 

     Max Hale