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.