42 by Robin Coste Lewis

42

 

Absolutely nothing

significant

except the growing

realization that

with or without me

it is happening.

And that for

the first 42

I thought that

it needed my

approval, my agreement.

It began a while ago.

It’s been waiting

and not waiting

wishing

I would catch up.

I am catching up

to the day

accepting

that the Sun cares

and does not care,

that with or without me

it will spin and burn.

That I should

spin and burn

too.