Poem #2,563 | As age weighs we are less
As age weighs we are less
trustworthy –
we are wary
of given things –
a present
of fact first unwrapped
[in
bright light] –
Honesty is a
half-worn garment –
wrap
of knit-wear –
stitches lost
so rent holes appear –
See
how others play our game
with their seventh-decade
poker face set-to-ready?
In
this screen-held world our
beliefs are at arms length –
a scroll to ascertain if –
my
device is full of moments –
of what I have seen as real
& I won’t delete –
others’ll
carry theirs as quick relief
from looking up & being a
viewer –
in sooth nescient