Somewhere days are being counted

  

 

take your precious life into your arms

the way you did when you first met yourself

 

admire its wrinkles and folds

tap your memory to the beat of your best years

toast every rung on the ladder you’ve climbed

 

parade through the house

stomp your feet to names you’ve been called

kick up dust from your corners

do-si-do with sorrow and regret

 

teach the chairs how to dance

sing with the curtains

sashay with the stairs

throw kisses to your umbra

celebrate

as tho

you are a note

about to fade!

Sharon Lopez Mooney, "Somewhere days are being counted", published in The Mindful Word, ed. Collective Members, Quebec, Canada, 07.23.2021, https://www.themindfulword.org/2021/poems-lopez-mooney-golden-years/