Years Fall at My Feet, or Poetry Happened

We were waiting for a table to open up at The London Plane in Pioneer Square this morning, Evan, Grace, Laura and I, when it started to rain. During our search for cover we ducked into an old bookshop called Arundel which is where I found this beautiful and heartbreaking poem taped to a wall in the back. The poem is called The Letter and a man by the name of Ron Ellison wrote it.

How can I

put years on a sheet of paper?

As I grow older

years fall at my feet

     like autumn leaves.

They surround me

brightly colored

discarded

useless.

How many have fallen

     since I've seen you?

I will bend down

and count them.