Michael Turns Sixty
Life in the land of sixes:
No change.
New eyes.
And time, time,
all gentle slope
and billows.
How had I never noticed before?
New ears, too.
Descend with the decade, I hear.
Attend falsehood and fear
shame and judgment
habit and hurt.
The smaller the better.
Question each ripple
each wavelet
each whitecap.
Be the water,
I hear,
not what runs along it.