Older people are better at forgetting
Especially what happened most recently
Which contributes to our happiness
Being able to let go of troubling thoughts
But imprinted in memory deep within
Distressful times from many years ago
May rise up wakeful in the dark of night
Stirring a restless busy brain churn
Dropping off to sleep comes more easily
Under covers in a dark quiet safe space
Drifting into unconsciousness
Floating away on gentle breath waves
Last night the sun limited my sleep
Though the heavy blinds were down
On the shortest night of the year
The early dawn bright sky urged me awake
The day ahead at the start of summer
So expansive seemingly endless
After month after month of daily increase
The sunlight hours double the darkness
And yet tomorrow the shrinkage starts
In our ever changing temporal existence
And when this day returns a year from now
The world will be in a different place
