Have you noticed how we grow old -

sudden thresholds

not gradual shifts.

Barring facelifts

our features stay the same for years,

then time careers

and overnight

its impolite

touch turns hair grey, wrinkles our skins,

adds second chins.

Shocked friends compare,

trying not to stare.

 

The inner clock plays the same tricks -

it barely ticks

ten years, or more,

then jumps a score.

Others may spot the headline stoop,

missing the scoop:

what’s changed, inside.

But you can’t hide

from consciousness the brutal, swift

sight of the rift

ahead - too deep

 

this time, to leap . . .

 

 

First published in Snakeskin 242, July 2017