Anchors

Life is very long and too short.

Unaware of anchors in time.

I am a boy moving to a house in a new town

Memories reflect hues.

Blinding, bright, melancholic, dim.

I come home from school to a warm bowl of ravioli and cartoons.

Emotions ride the ebb and flow of waves.

Through low blues and high yellows.

I go to a movie with my father on a school night.

Experience blinds perspective.

Absorbing density and deflecting superfluousness.

I jump into a lake from a boat celebrating.

Impact of change is elusive.

Cascading reverberations.

I pick up a girl from an airplane.

Shared experience provides clarity.

Burden overcome.

I move to another state.

Perception of time escalates.

Wider swaths of realization.

I am holding a newborn against my body.

Reactionary reflexes are honed as accountability increases.

Prioritization's canopy starts to prune life’s branches.

I see children sharing an experience with their grammy.

Premonitions occur as proactive memories.

Action is taken.

I watch my mother as she is taking her last breath.

Retrospective is earned through grief.

Life is very short, and I fear.