I am not as old

I am not as old

I am not as old 1920 1440 Robert Alan Rife

No, I am not as old as
the wilting membrane of earth –
the skin of her secrets, too tightly
breast-held and leaky.

No, I am not as old as last
winter’s back-porch bread crumbs,
now frozen in cracks of concrete
and flaking paint.

No, I am not as old as the clock,
heavy in memory and fingerprints –
evidenced in her calloused hands.

No, I am not as old as the long-
faded colour now framing the painting’s
place – a reminiscence tucked in
a reminiscence. The irony of old beauties.

No, I am not as old as the tales and
fables, born wild and then loosed
in the telling, fermenting into
many-tongued song.

No, I am not as old as the coughing
farm truck, grizzled metal and clogged
arteries, belching orders under
a hollow back, still unbroken.

No, I am not as old as the cathedral
stone, serenely quiet in the preachy
way of ancient things always new.

I am just old enough to love, and
to start again.

Header photograph © Caroline Bardwell.

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