right now It’s all eye contact 
and endless questions 
it’s tangling and untangling
bringing up and letting down
on the daily 

it once was

endless days of waiting
always to be told what to do
an inner life 
unobserved
adrift in a sea of time 
spilling out in every direction 

or the time of 
bathing suits
running shorts 
drop down handle bars
bouncing curls
and drunkenly quoting a la recherche du temps perdu
all bluster and no bluff

there may yet be a time
with a large calendar 
hung on the wall
filled with doctors appointments 
and book clubs
slippers with supportive insoles
and some fullness of self
reaching
finally
the edges 
leisurely