If it so happens, graciously,
that this is the first of four quarters,
then the prospect is a mighty good one.
And if there’s a succession of auxiliary verbs
that clothe our quarters,
however long they are woven and written and given to last,
I just crossed the finish line of “ought”.
During the last 25 years, I was introduced to
values, norms and habits,
customs, convictions and conventions,
rites, rituals and rights,
and to cultures from which they all grow.
I looked through lenses of living
and formed one for myself,
testing and probing and leaving
and starting anew yet again.
So with this pair of glasses,
there’s an almost clear vision installed
on the spheres that I am from.
When grouped as the next quarter awaiting,
then the next 25 years out there
will fall under auxiliary verb “is”,
symbolising the real, the immediate, the now.
With all that I was given,
the knowledge that I learned
and skills which I have earned,
and the trust that I keep,
it is now time to plunge on forward
into my surroundings right here and right now,
and to do my very own part
from dawn to dusk and past,
in the littles and the bigs
to create, make happen, realize.
And, in all of it, all the time,
keeping the sine wave flowing,
keeping the rhythm that connects
all of this, just like a beat.
At halftime, then, there’ll be champagne
and wrinkles and poise alike
and gray hair, perhaps, and summersaults, too,
and kids and books and dances
and mindfulness and gratitude
and many trips to the ocean.
And now the prognostics stop, alas,
because the third era, “can”,
will exhibit itself
what’s possible out there at all,
probing anew any boundary.
The final season, named “will”, some say,
will ring in the worlds gone by
and those out there and yet to come,
but that, even more so, is a far-away time.
And this is now
and plenty to catch
and hold and cradle and form.