Warning

I glimpse her
as I turn my head
to dry my hair –
in the mirror
In a moment
in a second
she fleets,
A tease
I glimpse the girl
at 20
at 25
30
and wonder.
What would I warn?
What would I tell?
Keep going.
You will not have to pause
You will not have to stop
You won’t be a provider
trapped by obligation,
by family –
You’ll just be trapped.
Keep going
Keep travelling
Don’t stop.