Some days I count

Other days are spelled out

Each letter taken

With care and attention

T

Thunderous and thoughtful

Thinking it through

O

Offering wonderful oblique

Opaque moments

D

Dazzling distractions

Distant drunken cousins

A

Ample amounts of inertia

Aching in mornings

Y

Youth charged nights

Young and yearning for life

 

Returning to metrics and numeric

Counting days

Passing like reflector strips

On the vacant highway

1

2

3

Passing by the seats of you and me

Today we take each moment

Cherishing

We try to own it

What we say

What we do

The eager morning awaits

Me and you