The Breadth Of Me

The Breadth Of Me

One day,

I will have creases in my skin

ostensible, inoffensive

and ravines around my eyes,

patient,

pulsating

I will be old,

earthy,

earthly,

unearthed

and I will be alive

wan,

worn,

warm

from the quiet waves

still beating at the surface

of my senses

that have been shaped somewhat

by slow running memories

unreeled,

revealed,

rooted firmly In the breath

that has become

the breadth of me.