Counting in Quarters
The starting buzzer just sounded
for the fourth quarter.
I count in twenty-fives.
Already well into the “bonus years”—
the ones our generation lucked into.
We’re alive, we evaded the horrors
of the twentieth century: wars,
massacres, famines, madmen dictators.
We reap the benefits of medical
discoveries,
we of good genes, good habits, sound
mind,
not born into poverty, ignorance.
We are the ones who can count to a
hundred.
For three quarters I practiced yea
saying—
yes to new challenges, yes to
exploring
the world, yes to love, sorrow, change.
And learned the power of no—
to fear, traditions, expectations.
I have stories to tell—have begun
to tell in private to some strangers
who are open; many are not.
Echoing Gloria I say, “This is what
[the fourth quarter] looks like.”
["This is what 40 looks like" -- Gloria Steinem on the 40th anniversary of Ms. Magazine]
Women's Basketball -- Boris Talberg
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