Winter Music
By Meryl Stratford

It has grown more urgent.
It has grown into a rocket on a launch pad,
              a final countdown.

It seems, after all, you aren’t going to live forever.
Not even as long as a sequoia tree
              or a Galapagos turtle.
It seems your view of things has changed

Perhaps it’s time to fly to Greece,
              to swim in the Aegean.
Perhaps it’s time to write
              what you loved about this planet,
              what you hope to find
                             among the stars.