Age is that hard cold number
that starts out too hot to touch
and cools through the passing
of seasons. It’s that thing you
show off with sheepish glow
and pride at two and a half
and wave with banners and
glitter at 21. Then the magic
number pops up and you
grab it to settle age for good.
But it is not really settled.
At sixty, it becomes a polished
gem that’s hidden in the pocket
of an old coat you left at home.
Everyone knows you have it,
and no one asks to see it because
you really don’t own it. And
sometimes at a certain number,
it’s that thing that stings in the
mirror and cripples the joints.
See this is the thing, age isn’t a
thing at all. As soon as your name
became inscribed in the ledgers
of infinite life and love, all
numbers expired as you will
from one realm to the very next.
And only the words—
about your life will matter.
©️Bonnie Saul Wilks