Crystal Ball

I looked in the crystal ball.
I saw my birth, rise, fall,
and death. I saw my life
with its darkness and light.
I saw roots. I saw my family
tree growing tall and strong.
I saw me as a child, exploring
unknowns, with an innocence
only children know and show.
I saw my future. I saw better
days. From an ariel view,
I saw the choices I made
and trees throwing shade.
I saw everyday as a game.
I was the star player showing
no fear: grinning ear to ear.
In the crystal ball, I saw
me at the top of a mountain.
I saw that I found a fountain
of youth. It’s the damn truth.
I saw it all in my crystal ball.
I know what I saw, and I saw
what I know. I saw my life
unfold. I saw me grow old.
In the crystal ball, I saw me
write deep into the night.

Be Kind: Rewind

VHS tapes. Timestamps.
Old footage. New smiles.
Old cars. More miles.
New styles. Old fashion.
New years. Old days.
Old views. New plays.
The VHS player
is a time machine,
and the tapes help
me escape. Years ago,
I wanted to grow
– get old. I was young.
Now, I got what
I wanted. I am older.
I put in an old tape.
I rewind it. I remind
myself of who I was
as I press play and
get lost in an old day.