The Always Days

When might one isolate, 

patterns of social expectation

would suggest

only when we become tired.

That exhaustion we know

lays us out for the day.

When time feels an endless

saga of ill fitting memory,

Then is when we might have

fantasy of letting go.

In contrast, that is the time

to live out our lives well.

It’s when the fear of now,

becomes a foundation of

legacy we can count upon.

As life would count the years

ahead, so might we pray.