Hello there little visitor
how brave of you
to cross this desk to come see me
when I think of your life
even more
fragile than mine
but perhaps this fragility
has allowed you a certain
devil may care spirit
as right now you're
heading up my arm
as easy as someone
going out to buy
the morning paper.

Well when you pause there,
an old man shivering
amongst the poplars,
is it to notice how
quiet the world becomes
when things stop?
or an involuntary
memory from long ago?
back when you were young
and the summer
only weeks old.
Well don't let
sentimentality interupt you,
in this life there
is only this moment
and then the next.
As the breeze from
the vast window
stiffens the world
about you,
your future now
in the palm of my hand.