With Age

A poem I almost threw away.

Above all I must keep my mind

Achingly inadequate memories

Scrawled across pages of college rule

 

The present has struck

With the a flash of lucidity

 

Once

Out of reach

And free

Reveling and riding apace

Unaffected

Each and every illusion

Ignorance

Splendid and sightless

 

And then,

The force of validity

Comes falling from grace