Age is only a lie we must ignore.
You could spend eternity just counting,
and never know the beads along the shore.
It isn’t in the numbers or pressing
pause on time, it is the pass of sunlight.
The crooks and creases drawn out from wise eyes,
the curve of constant smile lines- lip tight.
Peek a boo with places. Drop mouth awe skies,
the in-between step that lasts a beat. Why
be troubled my friend? All that we hold makes
its way loose. I wish you the gift to see
each shift. The warm lit fullness to just be.