“In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no-one sees you, but
sometimes I do, and
that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi

Saturday, March 08, 2008

what's my age again?

As I squeeze a little multicoloured
cylinder of toothpaste on to my
sleepy brush yet again I wonder
why I bother with days and
years and birthdays when
it would be simpler to just measure
my age in toothpaste - after all
I use the same amount each day
and replace the tube religiously
without fail - I am my own
timekeeper - my mathematically
inclined neurons (a minority) whisper
my age - one hundred and ten
tubes of toothpaste - accurate
- down to the last squeeze

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