My youth is drawing lines in the sand

It was earlier today
in the dim light
of the tiled bathroom
that I noticed

three lines
that have settled
into my forehead

and leaning closer
to the mirror
noticing the tired
in my eyes
as if to tell me:

You aren’t so
little anymore,
so for pete’s sake –
start demanding
MORE

BUT WHAT IS IT THAT I WANT?

Ever torn between
my age in numbers
and how I feel

that I should slow
down not measure
my minutes for their
industriousness.

We’re younger than
we’ve ever been
before and for
so much longer.

That my mother,
my father had to
commit to life
together houses
together dogs
cats children
jobs – well did
it make them
stronger I wonder?

We’re younger than
we’ve ever been
before and for
so much longer.

To commit to
anything seems
too limiting
and we’re the ones
who say no to sacrifice

because we eat, drink,
be merry like we
deserve any of it.

wha is it
Hammonassett Beach, CT
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