It’s hard to believe I was ever young
Chattering at the gods from my crib
Hoots and coos
Baby jazz
It’s hard to believe there was a time
I took a step and never worried about what followed behind
A moment in time could be its own repayment
Before I learned how much answers dull questions
This was before I was suspicious of joy
It’s hard to believe there was a time I didn’t know
That what is may not always be so
I asked you, “Does everything go away?”
You said, “Yeah.”
But I’ll be here until I’m just bones
Outside, the moon is as humble as a dime
Sometimes faith is a window
Sometimes a mirror
ABOUT THE AUTHOR – Gabe Coeli lives in Portland, Oregon with his daughter, Livia. He spends his days writing, fighting, cooking, reading, loving and adventuring.