Time has the stealth of a jungle cat
the tiger never announces himself to his prey
that cat knows when to purr and when to pray and when to shut the fuck up
and let the shadows work their magic
and sixteen years ago I was on beach in Thailand mocking the age I just reached tonight
and anytime anyone asked me the time I’d look at my imaginary watch
and mock shock screaming
“Oh my God I’m forty!”
as though it was some kind of a joke.
Now I see this midnight side of forty
not to mock age
but hope to reach it.
Ageing never loses its timing
but it does lose its hair.