Poem #2,823 | We will gather for your ceremony

We will gather for your ceremony
in our most apt outfits & timing a
line to keep to –
my next?
I aim a
trajectory in my eye to align to &
not fall before others
[I’ll trip too
easily in time] –
that uneasy heat
is set at full blast after it all –
We
sit in that shadow-weight I found
with age’s insight & needs –
I will
suffer thirty+ more –
at most –
so
shy from such impositions less &
absorb it now
[all with grace] –
A
slow flight from such observance
is my decline –
I’ll avoid my death