Sunday, January 28, 2007

On turning 30


one would expect
that i should become something different.

i would have expected
something radical,
something shocking,
tangible-

as if i were
the dung beetle in the metamorphosis,
or
uncool
like an aging rock star.

but there was
nothing.

nothing happened.

nothing,
dear friends that i could scare
or impress you with.

after all the hype,
the stories,
and
tv shows about
turning,
being,
 or
becoming 30,
i can tell you, with a shrug,
“it’s nothing to fear”.

30 was no monster.

Still,
like Grover
in a child’s book:
There Is A Monster At The End Of This Book,

i just turned
the penultimate page,
and
it will just be me
at the end
of this tale.

cute furry loveable me.

07'

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