a love letter to the silver years
Dear tipping into the silver years,
The flutter
the emotion
the poetry
The touch
the fire
the core
So little anguish
now manageable
Centered
desirous
yearning
learning
grateful grateful grateful
el tren de mariposas
el buho y el cuervo
Knowing that there is only goodness here
that I am supposed to be feeling this all
Free and transformative
no matter what comes next.