Mid-life can be like
waking groggy
from an afternoon nap
with some regret
for the angle of the sun,
how the golden evening
is here
and there is still time
to play
but the day
is receding quickly.
Some go reeling
when they hear
the herald call
of dark,
frantic to stave off
inevitable shadows.
Some feel the late sunshine
pierce their hearts
and remake their agendas.
Me, I am so grateful
for my regrets,
how they teach me
depth of caring,
how the evening sun
puts haloes
on all that is here.