Today, last day of my 46th year,
I noticed, walking down a hallway, that
I seemed to have grown. Maybe my head was
tilted at a new angle, or my spine sent
energy flowing upward. Maybe it was
the shoes I wore to go with
the pearls I wore to go with
my new vice president.
What a pleasure it will be to awake,
to be 46 and just a few hours,
to feel myself in the warm middle but
celebrating a body that feels new.
