Poem: Cyclical

Think of all the skillsets we learn and then lose. We don’t keep at it. We move on. We lose the skill.

That skill ditches us.

Like riding downhill, hands off, arms folded in fact.

I used to do that.

Not only rode like that…

…used to think I wrote like that.

Now it’s a chore. Every day. Both hands on the wheel and it’s shaking

more than it ever did.