I find myself teetering.
I look in the mirror unsure of what I see.
How odd!
My face has wrinkles where baby soft skin was.
My hair sparkles and shine where it used to absorb all light.
My eyes are the same eyes, peer out of the visage.

Who am I?
Who was I?
And where are we going?

What am I leaving behind?
Which body should a bury deep in a hole in the backyard.
Which ones am forced to carry with me stuffed in my suitcase,
A handsome carrying case?

I recognize I am a singular entity.
There is no other that contains these few.

Where will we grow and Who is it that is emerging?
As I turn this heavy page.

What will I be taking with me besides the bodies in the suitcase?
And Where is it we are headed?
I don’t recall.
Just know my feet will hit the street and we will go.
One step and then another.
Somewhere.
I’ll see you when I get there.