I read a line that cracked my heart
I am of an age where this could be a concern
yet I am past whatever mile-marker of my life that would necessitate concern of that sort
this crack came quickly predictably yet still a shock
I don’t reject it nor grow fearful
it’s become an ordinary
the wave of life that enters with one thin line of text
read by small twinkling light with the sliver-moon strung above the roofline
and the sun not yet bidding this good day