Scheduled Events

My life is abundant with appointments. The poplars down the street have become uprooted and parade around the boulevard like sorority girls on pledge day, their green canopies like the parasols the girls prance around with. This too is a scheduled event that takes place in accordance with the stretching of daylight. The space between my eyes narrows and that is how I know that it is time for something to happen, time to say something. It is as if even the three year-old gripping my hand is metering out the seconds with his eyelids.