Poem #2,800 | Parts of me crack open

Parts of me crack open –
they may never heal –
my
thumb
[here I rolled oars
& multicores] –
my shin is
a patch of itchy bark –
at
this age I am nature’s fall-
guy –
erosion & lichen will
reduce & add to my skin –
I am constant –
detrition a
force by time that’ll not fix
[shift from sapling to aged
oak in 50+ years] –
ever a
changer by natural ageing