Today I am one hundred and twenty years old.
I can no longer go or come
It’s a shame for Moses as a lot of
what he did was come and go.
I’m nowhere near half his age
which is a lie I tell myself as
I’ll be there in the blink of
a child’s eye. And that’s just
to the halfway mark. I could dream
of being one hundred and twenty
but every ancestor I’ve ever had
scarcely saw a 9 in front of their
final tally. This may also be a lie
as the information I have about
who they were, and where they
came and went is hidden in
the mouths of people who
My father is getting there.
But even he who could lift
the world with only one of his arms
isn’t so interested in crossing rivers.
It’s a shame for Moses who came
and went for a hundred and
twenty years, and now has only
one place left to go.