382. Age 

About my birthday (which happened recently)… Age is such a strange affair,  It adds some ridges, Takes some hair,  Expands gut, A triste affair, Until you know it’s not.  For age is but a body thing,  And what we are is more than this,  As age is just a body thing, We are always young….

380. Equality 

About this traffic light I saw in London…  Not more, nor less,  Just knowing that,  There is no judgement, Beyond what, We are as plain human. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, U.K., 2016) 

379. Whimsy 

About the Harry Potter two-part play I saw last week in London… In, no real expectation, Out, I left on whimsied wings, A staged delight, that did suprise, My predisposition.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, London, 2016) 

378. Balancing 

About how this novelty act on the Southbank, in London, acts as a great metaphor for the feat we must pull every day…  Life’s seismic shifting, Can leave us unwilling,  But balancing might, Will sure win us the fight. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, U.K., 2016) 

377. Brothers 

About my greatest accomplices…  More than friends, Yet not quite lovers, At first, confused,  Now clear, we’re brothers. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

376. Returned 

About returning to a city you left in haste… I never grew, past swooping chill, Loved swelling masses, Tooting trills,  I never saw beyond it, so  I never called it home. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

374. Cleanse 

About the joy of fresh Japanese sushi and sashimi…  Once deep in the briney chill, You slip neatly, with quite a thrill, Between my chopsticks, sitting south,  Then north up to my grateful mouth. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, UK, 2016) 

373. Timid 

About my sisters new kitten… A few months on this planet? My!   You’re as brave as you can be child,  I see you hide under the bed,  I will protect you little friend.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

372. Esteem

About seeing yourself how you see others… (Noting the photo above)  Me through my lens for someone else:  He’s quite cute I thought, I would,  Most certainly, Caress that beard, And gaze intent at his tattoo, And maybe steal a kiss.  Me through my lens for me:  I hate those bags, under my eyes, I…

371. Reality 

About our material reality… Like blinkers on a racing horse, We run through life, a trodden course, Amidst the deepest of discourse, Debating something more.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

368. Finest edge

About the human experience…  Forever on the finest edge, Of a pinch far less than everything, And instant nothingness.  (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

367. Dysmorph 

About how what I see in the mirror may not reflect what is there…  I see fat,  Everywhere. Underluggage, Wideload, Podgy, porky, Gut bloat.  I’ve long lost my excess, yet,  I still see my fat. (Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016)