I have come
to the eighth age of my life.
It is wonder
coming from a chrysalis.
I am ending
only to begin.
I am new
and know how the sun
falls off the earth.
Why a woman’s love
is the wing of my heart.
Why poems
are all I have
of sunrise and sunset.
How to undo locks,
and release
everything around me
to its own music.
And I run everywhere,
up paths,
through rooms,
down to the shore,
and call out the names
I am in love with.
And write letters in the sand
telling them who I am,
where I am,
when I will come back,
and kiss them
again and again,
to the end of love’s eternity.