A Bit Out of Season

You are a bit out of season.
Not where you should be at this age and time.
Nothing quite in place. The colors a little wrong.
Not disturbingly so, but still, a little unsettling,
The wind cool when it should be August hot.
You smell rain when there are no clouds.

This is not new to you, this disturbance in time.
You have fallen in love too late in life.
Found faith in the worst of times.
Talents have been slow in showing themselves,
and it appears you will outlive your flaws
stumbling into acceptance just in time for dusk.

About this poem

So much of the best of my life has come late in life. Parts of me feel younger now than ten years ago, despite all evidence to the contrary.

The photograph was taken in Provincetown, Mass.

Tom