Shore

My body surprises me every day. I never knew my knee was there before, now it whines out a creak at every step with magpie tenacity. Getting out of bed takes preparation— even my hair won't stay straight. Full fathom five the name must lie that fits your face I've seen before. Mist and sunset both obscure a border between land and sea. I'll meet Charon with a story to tell and settle for triumph in a minor key. Look at these brown spots on my hands. Look at my newborn eyes.