(This is from one of my poetry collections, I’m not writing much poetry at present due to my illness, so I will be re-posting older poems until I am up and running again).
When we were young
Wearing thrift store clothes like raw diamonds
Unshaved legs soft in abandon
One pair of shoes, muddy by door
Tumbling into bed without washing
Seemed like hair grew over night
And every day we woke fresher
Favorable light is youth
A supple branch that bends
We sat opposite each other cross-legged
Nimble in rolling weed
Feeling everything
Each other’s fluid tread
The children in our future
Kicking impatient song
Staying up all night
Laughing at where time had gone
We had plenty for every record
Listening carefully
See the message
Head back in dream
Impregnate the future
With transposed screen
When we were older
Cold the tiles this time of year
Flossing by the sink
Seeing bags and thinning hair
My breasts
Surely didn’t hang so low
Why does it take so long
To prepare ourselves?
First the mask
Then the teeth
Finally the wig
Are we in age
Madam Tussaud’s wax figures?
Where did sleeping on laughter
Shift to carefully preserved?
But as I climb into bed next to you
Cold limbed
A light headache
I feel the same
Peace
The familiar
And age falls from me
As leaf from tree
To become dormant and turn to bud
With new season
Such is time
When you are
With me