Aging
When did these bones
Sigh
With weariness of movement
Was it when I tied my hair in a bun
Started wearing a sunhat
Or watching
Girls starting to work where I work
Beginning
First job
Juxtaposed against my 33 plus years
I am ambivalent about these creeping
Years
Softly
Stepping by with a sunset in the distance looming
I am grooming
Myself for
Time in which to lie back with my hands behind my head
Capture
Thoughts as they go by like clouds
Unattached but interested
This aging is somehow elusive to me.
Copyright © Cherilyn Fry | Year Posted 2011
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