• Gary Hunter

When it's Their Turn - May 9, 2021

we were like them once young eager

fertile quick-headed maybe loud cocky

a kaleidoscope of confusion or bluster

stumbling around blind corners


now here we are wiser to those

times but constipated in our own

with ever-new aches and pains around money

and job worry regret the cracks of today

always in need of repair tomorrow

all because of them


and on some nights when you and I talk

I wonder if they listen as they ignore us or

hear uncertainty through our closed door

and ponder a time when iPads cell phones

and X-Box won’t play the same as

the game of life

0 views

Recent Posts

See All

I know something about some things very little of many things and reserve my greatest ignorance for understanding love, myself and human motivation How’s that for shingles of flimsy wisdom on a house

Amber’s death triggered 14 days of torment her presence still felt on the sofa the bed at the door when I came home presenting her brown head and a swinging tail the disconnect to the physical a slaug

we have mountains so gentle they caress water from the eyes others that blow up and spew death to those drawn to that charm rains that can mist leaves gloriously shiny or rip trees out by the roots an