maybe sometimes
you're sitting in a coffee-shop
reading your favourite book
& you see an old friend
or a father with his son
when suddenly an anchor
falls on your chest,
& you think about
the cities you haven't seen
and the people you haven't
kissed
and where you might be
at the age of twenty-three.
but your brother still loves you
& earth and saturn have
yet to collide.
you've made it this far
and you have roads to go.
you're gonna be fine, kid.
take a breath.
your coffee's getting cold.