My skin is turning parchment.
The years of my aging now yielding to familial DNA,
to youthful days running bare in the sun.
There is a coming to grips with
this process of life and living,
a reality check of sorts.
All of this is good,
this emerging gray and wrinkling me.
All of it is God’s goodness
of lives well-lived in the sun
in the pleasures of this good earth.