when i woke up to see the sky,
the fog looked down at me.
i tumbled on back into bed,
why get up for coffee?
about noon my sleep could not last,
the day fading so soon.
i ran outside and looked around–
in the trees: last night’s moon.
cars on the road were silent now,
everyone had gone.
i knew that life should be this way
when i turned to 61.
some day the kid across the street
must stop his skateboarding;
until that time occurs to him
life continues hurrying.