These past years I have increasingly paused,
perplexed and unable to recall
Was I 55 or 56 already?
Doing the math of 1957 from 2013 proved another frustration
and so I shrugged and turned my mind back to the immediate task (“Where was I?”)
then, with a sigh, looked around for a way to climb
back onto my receding life
– just now pulling away from the train station
of the perfect, non-attached moment.
Leaving the enticing experience of the Now for later,
I heft my not entirely familiar baggage
of increasing difficulty finding the right word
and smiling, I wave farewell to what’s his name
before taking a comfortable window seat.
Though I seem to have misplaced my ticket stub,
I expect to enjoy the scenery towards somewhere
while counting my blessings,
but I can’t help wondering,
in a distracted manner,
whether I missed one.