Remembering Earlier Januarys

Alone
One cold January eve
Stepping aside
No one to deceive

Thinking back
To better times
Younger years
Mountain climbs

The world lies ahead of me
Singing songs, feeling free
Happier never could we be
Way back, 1970

Longer hair
Mini skirts
Hashish pipes
Rock and roll concerts

Times aplenty
Nothing left to want
Life much simpler
Cooped up memories haunt

Poems a comin’
Right and left
Dodging bullets
Life bereft

Untold stories
From long ago
How life changes
So much we’ll never know

December Years of Our Lives

I wish I could be
Satisfied for just one moment
Unafraid of serendipity
Strangers stealing sweet complacency

Somehow we manage
To find ourselves
Side by side
With truth and unreality

No answers
To all questions
Far less certain
Than our lingering fragile suspicions

So many times
I, like you, wondering
Is this all there is
Have I lost my direction

Just the other day
I met a man using fire
Forging reflective glass
Helping us see ourselves, find our way

Dismissing youth
Men with fewer years
I sat and watched
My own dismal, fading sunset