Sometime
in our late 30s, perhaps our 40s, we become aware of time passing. Our 20s and
early 30s are spent trying to hurry time; after that we try to slow it down,
until in our 60s when we realize the train is hurtling ever faster. Time to
stop and enjoy the ride.
With
the slowing comes understanding, and occasionally wisdom. We understand a life,
our life, to be an aggregation of people, events, places, decisions, choice
made. And we grasp the vital importance of childhood.
It’s
that sense of realization and understanding that permeates Lapse
Americana, Benjamin Myers second volume of poetry.
To
continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak
Poetry.
1 comment:
i wonder if i would like the book as much as i like the review...
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