Another Wrinkle and White Hairs

Age spots on the dog's mouth,
and an unfamiliar face peers from my reflection in the mirror.
If I want to practice hospitality,
I have to start with welcoming every one of the
thirty-one million,
seven hundred thirty seven thousand,
six hundred moments
I have been alive.
It's time
to move into my final third of life.

In this paint by numbers landscape,
this is the shading and contouring,
added depth and highlights.

Welcome the new hues.
This is the stage in which masterpieces emerge.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018


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