Poet’s Corner: The shorter time

By Gerald Blake Storrow

The shorter time is left to me,The less the rush. Whereas before,

My mental foot could not refrain

From tapping out impatiently

My lifetime’s wait for life

To bloody well begin, these days

It grips the ground, and pulse returns

The other way. And so I time

My breath: it’s out, my in. I doubt

That death will change

Very much of anything.

Gerald Blake Storrow lives in Cambridge and Chilmark, and is another satisfied customer of Nancy Slonim Aronie’s Writing from the Heart workshops. If she hadn’t been around, he says, he would never have written anything.