Poem: Aging

The sidewalk looks like a black and white Mondrian canvas,
all square lines and stone, hard under my feet.

This is what happens as I age.
Everything starts to feel related to everything else,

either wisdom, or a failure of memory
with everything somehow blurred.

About this poem.

There are lots of changes when we age. This is one. Everything reminds you of something else.

The picture was taken in Proctor Vermont. A bit of sidewalk.

If you don’t know Piet Mondrian, you have seen his paintings:

Tom