Appointment with time.

 

APPOINTMENT WITH TIME

I’m surprised

as my eyelids capture color iridescent

on a crinkled canvas no longer smooth

and the hand holding the shadow brush

is my grandmother’s, not my own.

I was surprised yesterday

and I’ll be surprised tomorrow

for in my heart I’m eighteen

and barefoot in a field of

Queen Anne’s lace.

A conversation.

At our dinner table:

We were talking about "when we were young"--you know, back when i thought my tummy was too big, my hips too wide..... * S I G H * You know, those days when young couples are actually tempted to take Polaroids in skimpy lingerie. ( Not saying i did! Or didn't. Just saying.)

Hubby looks across the table at me--"How would you feel about taking pictures now?"

i respond, "That ship has sailed," thought a moment longer and added, "and come back carrying a whole bunch of freight...."

We laughed longer than we have since we didn't (or did) take those pictures.

:-)