Good Morning!
Once again we come to a Thursday in April...National Poetry Month. As in previous weeks in April, I am joining Bonny, Kym, Sarah and Kat to share poems with you. This week we are sharing poems on aging. I recently came across this poem by Ursula LeGuin.
Theory of Aging
As the number of the years gets bigger
the year itself grows smaller
but heavier. It acquires gravity.
It will finally get so heavy
that it cannot continue as it is
but implodes to a black hole
into which sink all the years
becoming numberless
and utterly weightless.
This poem and others can be found in a recent volume of poetry I read: So Far So Good Final Poems 2014 - 2018 by Ursula K. LeGuin.
