I will never grow old.
No.
I will never grow old.
I will age, yes, of course,
accumulating minutes like molecules
stored in the matter of my body
until now I am fat with time.
It’s too late for me to grow old.
I was born old,
a corporeal lump of galactic matter,,
an unformed and uninformed mind,
but primordial and earthy,
enchanted by the age of origins,
of the earth, not merely on it.
I carry the ancient world with me
like astronauts carry air to the moon.
Is it our human nature to construct a world where
nature is kept beyond our walls and windows
and earth has lesser value than our own?
How superior primeval man must have been
compared to the mono-minded, hurry-driven,
tech-distracted, control-seeking biped of today.
How disrespectful to them
for us to claim the human name
with so little dirt under our fingernails,
no hearth smoke perfuming our skins,
no divine mountain for us to climb.