I have not been all that serious lately
About eternity.
Perhaps I should be,
Given this transitory moment,
The inevitability of reverse. 

Still, eternity is too long for me. 
I’d just as soon sit with a grandson, 
Talking about flight, play catch with
My granddaughter’s eyes,
Build things:

Railroad tracks, cranes, towers
Of small, smooth wood pieces
In primary colors; 
Race plastic and cast metal cars
Toward the edge of the table. 

Time is not eternity. I can wait. 
I think I will know from them, 
My grandchildren, 
Eyes clear, hearts full, 
Nothing to lose.