Todaying

Searching without knowing there is something worth the trouble
Mindlessly repeating things will turn out for the best

(One day, Paul McCartney's going to die

And I will cry so hard you'd never think

I didn't even really like The Beatles till

I neared forty and started to become my dad.)

Waking up unable to recall a movie title

Spending half an hour planning how to start the day

(And her eyes hit me first, as she turned

As if falling sideways came naturally to her

Less than a second of our vision rays connecting

And the world was forever changed.)

Aching in my bones becomes the way that things just are

Another silver hair makes me regret not starting sooner.