July 8th, 2011

If 8 was 9*

Days rattle by like an old wind-up Big Ben
but when every alarm clock rang with a bell
we felt an immense sense of immortality
8 turned to 9 every year without sensing
as kids do, all great losses we might face
This gentle door closed softly now, quietly
with no complaint as love turns us around
and everything that silently takes us apart,
may also put us back together, out of love.

* With apologies to Jimi Hendrix