A fortnight after Christmas, it’s my turn.
Exactly one week after New Year’s day,
I can’t avoid my birthday. Sure I yearn
for youthful vigor, and I loathe the lay
of lines around my mouth and squinting eyes,
but passion won’t suspend the march, restrain
the loss of collagen, or compromise
decrepitude. Yet Nature gives me rain
today – a gift from her to me and earth.
I’m fed and warm and sheltered in my nest.
I’ll spend the anniversary of birth
right here, among the habits I love best:
my favorite tasks and herbs and wishes sent
by family and friends – completely meant.