Time

2016

An old back of the hand showing veins
In youth we come through our bodies as explorers
seeking and measuring,
astounded and disappointed
as we grow into ourselves.

In our long midlife, we travel our path,
forgetting and wandering,
sometimes grateful, mostly blindly seeking
the more we yearn for.

Now, our bodies re-astound us:
aching and refusing,
complaining and attacking,
reminding us of time.

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