I’ve been thinking about
repetition and returns
and things you get
to do all over.
Heart beats
breaths
sleeping
waking
thousands, maybe
even millions
of times?
Watching seasons change
Solstices turning
Great storms breaking
Epic bike rides
and train trips
down the perfect
silver tracks gleaming
like a brilliant arrow
shot into the golden
distant beckoning horizon.
Christmases
Thanksgivings
Birthdays
vintages of wine
harvests
You might get
100 trips
around the sun
if you are lucky
if you are lucky
100 times
and we treat
each trip
like it’s a heartbeat
or a breath
or a short night’s sleep
when it’s really
that train trip
down the silver tracks
into the golden end
100 trips, alas
100 trips, oh glory
100 trips so glad
Charissa's Grace Notes 
This was exquisite and wise. Beautiful.
I am truly honored with your comment. Thank you 💞
I think I love this one…especially the heartbeats.
This little one packs a punch.
Think about wine makers…masters of the terroir, incredible knowledge…and they get maybe…MAYBE 80 harvests?
I have written over 2000 posts…and get MAYBE 100 Christmases…
…and so many of those just get squandered, just simply dropped in the dirty wet and cold snow…
each day is so much more precious than we can possibly fathom. Until that wake up call, like last February in your case, and so many wake-up calls in my own