I’m at the age when I see less and more
My eyes squint for different reasons because
My focus is clearer and less cloudy
I’m at the age where my time is shorter and yet more valuable
It’s redeemable and yet well spent
Time to be redeemed, and energy and space

I’m at an age when I’ve seen so much and
Am aware of all that I’d still like to see
I want to see each corner filled with love
And pots brimming with peace
I’m at the age where the eyes of family really matter
Their laugh
Their hugs
Their squeals of joy and nose kisses of connection

I’m at an age where I want to keep going with a renewed, not borrowed strength
A strength that is stern when it needs to be
A strength that is quiet and purposeful and seeks to be light
I’m at the age when empty arms unfold and let go of anger
Arms that reach for healthier ways of expression
Where achy knees beg for forgiveness and
A shaky voice speaks up to heal and to hold

I’m at the age where I see less and more because
My eyes squint for different reasons
My focus is clearer and less cloudy
I look back only with hope of reaching more as I move forward
I’m at an age where True Love equals
Justice
Community
And a mutual truth of understanding
