Poem 20151102

we shrink
like many things over time

the pudding in the fridge
receding gums
receding hairlines

so much retreating

no great tragedy
no funeral pyres being lit
no greek chorus explaining why

after so much being together
so much of each other
maybe that’s always
the case

we get smaller to each other
and the space around us expands
a universal condition

everything shrinks

the clay out of the kiln
the forged metal once it’s cooled

once the atoms slow down
and say to each other
–no need to rush