Writing To The Young Man Poem by Gary Winkel

So, walking awkwardly and slow
on a treadmill of time
writing from the pain
looking for every smile
on good faces
reading the lack of interest
as intent
to change the world
forward one image, one word
at a time.
Way past passing a poem
to an ethereal beauty
in the student lounge.
God,45 years ago.
Still alone in the moment
writing to the young man
going with the flow
with the weight
of the world
on my spiritual shoulders.

Yeah, writing to the young man
feeling my history
like a road trip
across phychic landscape,
day dreaming choices of
camera app overlaying
moon landing screen shot
to river me image,
me in the moment,
indelible in memory.
Newport jazz, Thelonius now
embracing me here
connected just like then,
earphones, but no home.
It's just music, words, and laptop.
Learning lessons
full circle, round and round.
Old, writing to the young man
with the weight of my world
on my spiritual shoulders.