She woke up this morning
and found a 50 year old woman in her bed
Refusing to hide under covers
as if ageing and dying were the final obscenities
Her clothes made to be taken off by herself
and not someone else
Gone was the idea of being chosen
instead of choosing
Gone was the idea that
fishes might need bicycles
She's cruising
Doing 50
Alongside
The pushers of strollers
the swabbers of kitchen floors
the givers of loving kindness
With the rhythm of nature and wind in her hair
Because she woke up this morning
and found a 50 year old woman in her bed
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north on 50 - canadian interior poems
Poetryas long as we live we create and break relations with fantastic efficiency. when attachments prove inconvenient, its not always the other that agrees. its the will changing people, places and things. answers in the unanswered. a pregnant pause.
