Tofino Time

My beloved Pup at Wickaninnish

One looks back, down all those shambling, lost,

 bewildered, laughing, hilarious years,

at a kaleidoscope of memories, 

shining more golden, now,

for being past,

all jumbled and amazing,

the journey we took before we realized

we were following songlines laid down

in the long-ago.

We walked in wonder through it all,

visited by angels and by demons.

In time, we understood the demons 

were angels in disguise

for all we learned, how much we grew,

because of them.

Time now moves, sometimes, like a beautiful dream,

memories close, the years 
all the more dear for being gone.

I just learned I now belong to a demographic

called the Grey Tsunami, not the first time

I have been called a force of nature.

Boomers all, we sandbag the shore before us
pushing it  out, out and away, 
trying to avoid the inevitable,

the fact one day it will swoop back in

and carry us away.

The kaleidoscope turns and turns,
memories pop out,
I laugh, I cry.

Shining brightest are the years

when I lived my dream
on Tofino Time.

for Mary's prompt at dVerse where she is tending bar today, our topic: time or clocks. Of which, mine is ticking far too fast for comfort.