I am older perhapsthan I should be,for my callouses have turned supple,and ambition has already evaporated. What remains thenin this ebbing,but to review the exposed runnelsof years and tears,softly-shaped in receding, sandy impermanence. And what’s left,but to pay my dues of attentionto the tiniest detailsand littlest lives that grace this twilight time. Even as theirContinue reading “Diminishment”