by Tomorrow's Man
February 29, 2008
As I look at my palms
I see time passing.
The last Friday, February 29th was in 1980. The next will be in 2036. After that, 2064.
Today is one of three rare days in my
expected lifespan.
On the last I was barely
past infantile;
on the next I'll likely be
senile.
As I look at my palms
I see time passed.
As I look at my palms I see time dissolving
into another too-long
February.
I look at my palms and I can hear the hush
of my failing grip
on neoteny.