When I was young, I always looked ahead.
Anticipating power when I grew,
as soon as I knew one day I’d be dead
I started listing things I had to do
before my end: have sex with more than one;
get married; find the answers; write somehow.
Advised to seize my moments in the sun,
I wasn’t very good at here-and-now.

The decades flew. I’m old but passing hale.
I aim attention lately at my youth.
Attempts to focus on today still fail;
I try but don’t succeed. Perhaps the truth
is obvious – not past- or future-bound:
I need to aim attention all around.

Έπι