And,

What,

Does that mean?

 

Was it an age,

Or a stage?

Was there a

Here marks the spot

In time

Or space,

Or, perhaps,

More gradual,

An insidious process of

Transformation.

 

I never felt it happen,

First

Baby

Then child

Adolescent

And man.

 

The final common pathway

For us guys

That is –

Women,

I imagine

Follow a similar course.

 

Something I know

Is.

When I open my eyes,

When I climb out of bed,

Watch

The sun rise

Or set

Or stare into the eyes of my dog,

I am nowhere a man,

Not a mensch,

Not a grown-up, adult, bloke,

Just me,

At some point

In time.