Tuesday, March 06, 2012

i am as old as i am young

getting old is but an instant.
that instant it takes to finish your breakfast 
- during which time you heard a good story you laughed at
maybe had some muesli
an apple
a coffee with too much sugar -
and then one day you look down at your hands
- the same hands that held the spoon to your muesli
or the apple to your core
or the laughter to your mouth -
and you get scared. you don’t recognize your own hands.
you go to the mirror and you don’t recognize the mirror.
you are in someone else’s house.