There Will Be Time

Twenty-six is not that young:

it is old enough to list

college degrees, linear work

experience, the promise

of marriage.

By now, I should not fear bad

poem topics, closing documents

unsaved, the rewrite

of a phrase:

Clay centers carved;

cooked silhouettes

cracked.

I am on time and in time.

Urgency grows, demands

that I begin to make

time.

One hundred visions and revisions

That a moment will unwind

Written 2007

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