As of today
I’ve been around
three-fourths of a century.
The thought really
does not compute.
The oddest part,
though, is that
when I think of
that child
back in St. Louis,
at 4 or 5—
the person
behind the screen
of the body—
he’s the same person
I am today.
The child
did not speak
or act like
a grown-up,
but his awareness
and mine
are the same.
Do you find that
true of yourself?
And if so,
what are we
to make of it?
