Embracing a wrinkle in

the fabric of time, stretched

loosely and carelessly

as if we could hold onto

invincible youth forever.

I remember laughing

at winter’s chill before

it took the shape of me

and you in a still life of blue.

Maybe it was yesterday or

maybe it has yet to be,

but relief is in your hands.

May we be wise enough

to loosen our grip.