Day One: Carpe diem

Carpe Diem quam minimum credula postero - "Seize the Day, putting as little trust as possible in the future"
Odes 1.11, Horace

April 1st: Day One

I thought about the prompt and wracked my brain over what to write and then instead of thinking of seizing the day all I could think of were days I'd let go, days I missed, days that I just wish I could take back and start over. Days I didn't seize (intentionally or not).

So here we go:

Those Were the Days

When I could try to do cartwheels

and falling down was looked on

as a right of passage,

such stuff inspirational posters are made on.

When I would count stars:

wish I may, wish I might-

but somehow, ended up with

bloodless veins,

dirt in my mouth,

tired,

I wished I was the moon.

What asinine providence.

I have shut that and this book,

I have been made crazy

in ways I have to write about on buses.

And now,

when I go back to bed

trees, reaching up

with dying limbs

for the stars-

Just old light,

All I can hear,

is the fast beating heart of a

slow learning,

brown and black speckled bird.