When I was 29, I went to a therapist
And told her
I felt old.
I turned 50 today,
under the towers of Zion
where I cycled and hiked and laughed until
the day ended in darkness
under the watch of a million desert stars.
Sometimes, I am officially irrelevant,
A middle-aged woman,
Don’t tell, but I sneaked into the pool of a five-star resort
Just put my beach bag on a real nice lounger and when I put on my sunscreen,
A server brought me a glass of champagne,
Because she thought I belonged there…
Free champagne, I am so free.
I can wear whatever bathing suit and show off all kinds of cellulite because,
At this point,
No one is looking to criticize
The middle-aged woman.
Let the world ignore me while I ignore the expectations
I will look up to God and
kiss warm light.
I choose not to dream,
But to live.