thinking, while walking

there is a dislocation
to the
location, which is only, temporary – the location, that is.
still, while dislocated, there is a clock that
ticks, and a worry that says:
how much time is left to do
what
needs to be done. (period; no question
mark.) this clock always
has sounded its alarm, but now
it feels
different. while before there was an impatience,
now there tocks
an
urgency. just today, he told himself that he will
live to be 100,
as did his grandfather, as a way to
blunt the passage of time. he walked along the
beach, then, in that moment, in the misty, breezy, morning
air, alone with his thoughts and his
aloneness.
still, it was a comforting idea. be patient. have
patience. what will be
shall
be.