August 20, 2024

too early, too late

It’s too late to save the cornstalks from whatever has stolen the kernels, 
and too early to tell if the polls are right about the swing states, and too late 
to become an Olympic long-jumper, and too early for bifocals 
and too late for regret. It’s too early to say if the wedding in Rio is in 
the cards and too late to change my mind about Los Angeles, and too early 
to bring in the kayak and too late to make the kind of apology 
that would have changed things. It’s too early for calling it quits and too 
late to buy the good kind of strawberries, and too early for holiday shopping
and far too late to have my own children. But it’s never to early for sunrises,
never too late to tell a new story.