Curve Of Life Poem by Hans Ostrom

Hello, curve of life.
Darling, you bend me.
You give me the blues.
So generous.

From all directions
(he whined and over-stated) ,
comes the onslaught of aging.
I'm too tired to list them.

Mitosis and meiosis. Oh,
how fresh my cells were
when I first studied cells.
La-dee-dah. Curve of life,

where will you take me? Over
a dark ridge- and then soaring
over vast landscapes under stars?
Perhaps something a bit less fancy.


hans ostrom 2016