ten horses

the older one gets
the faster the days roll by.

ten horses galloping
forward

pulling the wagon of you along.
the wind
putting grey
into your hair.

creases around your mouth,
webs
at your eyes.

wasn't it just yesterday you
were a child
at the bus stop

with a plaid
lunchbox,
a book bag under your arm,

wondering
what to do at the end of
this long
day.