Birthday Poem

10 Oct 2023, a few days after my birthday.

I was 52 years old before I finally saw the other edge of me as it drew nearer, the wholeness I might become as that unfamiliar and ragged piece drew nearer as I pulled. Perhaps one day, closing the whole or darning it open, neatly turned stitches adorning the edge of my aperture, my tidal basin - the skin of my psyche sutured with all the embellishments of embroidered experience.