Alec Solomita’s fiction has appeared in the Southwest Review, The Mississippi Review, Southword Journal, and The Drum (audio), among other publications. He was shortlisted by the Bridport Prize and Southword Journal. His poetry has appeared in The Ekphrastic Review, Gnashing Teeth Publishing, The Galway Review, Bold + Italic, Litbreak, Subterranean Blue Poetry, The Blue Nib, Red Dirt Forum, and elsewhere.  His chapbook, “Do Not Forsake Me,” was published in 2017 and is still available at Finishing Line Press and Amazon. His first full-length book of poetry was published last April by Kelsay Press. He lives in Massachusetts.

Age

It’s a little like the drift
of a freed yellow leaf
slipping down a tree
on a fitful breeze,
even swept upward
now and then
by some perverse gust

Everyone talks or writes
about how swiftly
time flies
and how they don’t
like it one bit.
The vagaries of age
fill their vacating minds.

I don’t feel the winged chariot.
It’s the dizzy leaf I feel,
stretching out the whole business
until I’m weary:
time taking its time.