13 – A Sunday Morning in 2025

It occurred to me this morning,
while I held tight to old dreams,
that someone, somewhere
was also waking to this day,
but opening eyes to
a present they recognized:
the familiar sun though curtains
and the routine of Sunday
laid out in front of them
with no need to pretend otherwise;
the photos on the shelf
of old friends smiling,
the bucket list taped to the
refrigerator door,
the piggy bank promise
of new adventures
somewhere and someday
still shimmer in the early light
of their morning, there;
should I tell them?
remind them to hold fast
live in the moment
for god’s sake
everything is fleeting,
tomorrow might already
be a memory.

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Poem ©2025 Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.