There comes the realization
it’s all changing.
Spider veins become spider maps you could move
a horse and buggy around.
Wipe rust off
and peer uncertainly
at a face that’s no longer yours.
Time your messages.
Let egos break eggs, open cans.
It’s of no significance.
You can let sleeping dogs lie.
We’re baptized by unnecessary actions.
Take care of yourself, now.
Fine cracks start to appear
and you could fall between them.