The Softer Light of Middle Age
Being 48 is like 4:30 in the afternoon
it's not late, but it's not early, either
You had a fine start, much was achieved
but, now, a wave of drowsiness descends
Certainly, you're not ready to call it a day—
time to look up and take a little break
Cut up a fruit, maybe, some nuts for your heart
while you sip from a cup of mint tea with honey
A sigh escapes as you reflect upon
how best to spend the remaining hours
You might decide to forego that nap
keep awake a little longer, go for a walk
Good idea to clear your head, while taking
in the splendor of the setting sun, soon
You can raise the blinds, before you head out
the softer light won't harm your furniture.
© Yahia Lababidi, author of Learning to Pray