Aging

Aging
Years have rolled up like blinds
distortion at work.
Ceremonies have come and gone,
no point in counting the minutes
So many have passed.
Observances and acts
Yawning behind fallen leaves.
I am a long way from the beginning.
But how far from the end?
The heat is still on,
But my old bones feel cold.
My years have been cut in half.
I breathe deeply hoping
To remind myself that I am still me.
I know I am standing in a doorway
Between evening and day.
Serenading me, age circles
With her faceless invitation.
She tap-dances past my door,
I kick up my heels and join her.
Surprise shows on her wrinkled face.
She evaporates behind my faded curtains,
Leaving me more amused than concerned.
(Won bronze for this piece, had fun writing it)