Art and thoughts

I’m not aware from here, inside,

when looking out, thinking about,

how time has passed, slithered on

leaving me changed, but not changed

Touching fingers to face, to body

No mirror to challenge me

I feel the same skin holding me together

Not knowing the effects of time

I am aware of the substance and weave

life and experience and actions

have built within me, creating,

adapting, always a need to be better

I could be forty or sixty or thirty-three

I still feel solid, the familiar me

even as other’s eyes glance over and past

seeing only the gray that envelops me

Realizing wrinkles diminish interest,

allow presuppositions: a person of no significance

Understandably, youth and the unknown

are a siren’s call to our kind

And the core within, the pit, the seed, the me

Is righteous and offended!

But finally accepting

the advantages of being invisible