Know You Were Here. Shake out the meaning of things Make it your life’s work. Tell the child she is smart Have it matter not if it’s true. Look up from your book, your ledger, Your slumber. The sun sets on the dock in five minutes, Someone has something to tell you, You’ve got to show up. Get wise: You should be writing all this down. We are granted a finite amount of absolutely everything. It must count for something. Listen for the messages. The clock is ticking. Know you were here.
Tricia McCallum is a Toronto freelance writer and also publishes fiction and poetry.