isn't it funny

isn't it funny

-- grace

isn't it funny

how yesterday

i met babies in diapers

screaming, crying 

blobs

in a lively church.

yet yesterday

we sent people off

in wreathes of flowers.

celebration of life

empty spaces that could never be filled.

yet yesterday

the babies became third graders,

forever ingrained in my head?

yet yesterday

we climbed trees

running

with no care

but today

i saw one of them

living, breathing,

taller than he's ever been,

walking through the halls of 

my high school?

and today

i am a senior—

4th grade me immortalized

who am i now?

i don't think i can be a child anymore

but i don't feel old enough

to be

king of the jungle

for the third time in a life

it almost hurts

living

breathing

drowning 

in the air

life

living

in 

chapters

people,

markers of time

against the wall of life.

driftwood.

don't

 let 

  go

 of 

special 

    people.

i guess

we live

to love

it is colorless

it is meaningless

otherwise