Evening Constitutional

On a walk with the children tonight there was no quiet—
Their thoughts like geysers erupted into the cool night air.
We sauntered in their mist—
Every second on the second—
Gallons of verbiage.

One day I will take a walk and it will be too quiet—
The only hand left to hold will be Time’s.
I will stop and close my eyes—
And there,
I shall stand amongst a thousand geysers—
I will be old, alone, and smiling.