How like time does the world rush by
while the right lane cossets with its easy turns.
Should the route demand a left
or the highway divide
frightening the need to change and merge.
Other drivers pass me.
So other drivers pass me!
All my life I have been surpassed
by the daring and keen.
The speedy honk at me like rude geese
as if I were a stodgy granny.
Will my children ever make babies?
When will I become a granny?
Lynn Levin’s most recent poetry collection, The Minor Virtues, islisted as one of Spring 2020’s best books by The Philadelphia Inquirer. Her previous collections include Miss Plastique, Fair Creatures of an Hour, and Imaginarium. She is the translator, from the Spanish, of Birds on the Kiswar Tree by Odi Gonzales and co-author of Poems for the Writing: Prompts for Poets. Her poems have appeared in Boulevard, Artful Dodge, on Garrison Keillor’s The Writer’s Almanac, and other places. Her website is lynnlevinpoet.com