I feel young;

I feel old,

all together bold

in this ambiguity

that is me.

 

I feel strong;

I feel weak,

In this framed

flesh that stumbles

and sometimes falls,

and then tries to

get up again.

 

I feel pain;

I feel joy,

among the living

and the dead,

and all the

shapes of beings

who know

who I am.

 

I feel new;

I feel ancient,

among the many

parts and places

that make this whole,

that make this body

feel and think,

learn and grow.

 

I remember;

I forget,

in the triumph

and the trauma

of being this human

of force and

many foibles,

that lives each day,

that savours moments,

that wonders

and imagines

and thinks about

the end of the game.

 

30/11/2016