how fast it turns

they are lost, roaming
the night
in parents cars,
stumbling through the woods
with puzzled
intentions.
good boys and good girls,
searching
for
footing, for their
place in
the world.
how fast it turns, from
mother's milk
to whiskey, to saying
I do to school, then love,
to work, to mowing
a lawn,
to walking the dog
to rocking a cradle
of a new born.