Where will it go today?
Where will it go, I wonder?
Each new turn delights me.
Each new turn tells me more
About myself,
About my meaning.
Each day old skin sheds.
Old skin sheds away.
New skin shines but the
Blemishes remain.
The scars, the spots, the
Markings of time.
Some, I can’t remember.
Some I can remember,
Because of pain or fear.
Some from play.
Some from work.
Some I can’t remember at all.
But I have a wondering mind.
Where will it go today?
I wonder?