Closer (To the New)

(Well I'm)
Closer to the coffin than the crib
Closer to the cancer than the colic
Closer to the blindness than the blanket
Closer to confusion than to consciousness
Closer to the silence than to soaring
Closer to the lees than the lips

Closer to death than to dawn

(But I'm)
Closer to the new than the old

I stand across time
Of which more has passed
Than is yet to come
But I haven't done my last

I'm closer to the new than the old

Closer to the attic than the cellar
Closer to peace than to panic
Closer to the treetops than the roots
Closer to wisdom than to wondering
Closer to the fire than the foundry
Closer to the women than the girls

Closer to the answer than the question

('Cause I'm)
Closer to the new than the old

I stand across time
Of which more has passed
Than I can plan for now
But I haven't said my last

('Cause I'm)
Closer to the new than the old

I'm closer to the new than the old

I'm closer to the new than the old

5/27/18

© Huw Powell
printed 25 April 2024

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