more behind us

the year is unwinding itself
so quickly,
nearly half gone.
the confetti of new years
is still
on the floor, in our hair.
we no longer
inch towards tomorrow,
we are at a full gallop
now.
the wind in our grey hair,
our knees
ache,
our bones are brittle.
our eyes unclear.
we have fought the good fight.
there is more behind
us now,
and what lies ahead,
though less,
is never clear.