Wrinkles

May 24, 2007

While toiling and muttering
Ranting and sputtering
As I did battle with my shirt
At the ironing board this morning
I reflected:

Wrinkles on ones face are
Inevitable
Unless one is Dorian Gray
Or can Botox them away

Wrinkles on ones clothes
Can be ironed out
Though I always have trouble
With my crappy iron
Though perhaps it's my
Technique
That fails me

I've been ill equipped
From the start
To deal with
The wrinkles in my life

Just when I think
I've smoothed them away
Another takes its place
And brings its friends along
And I wind up
In a morass of messy lines

Synchronicity was at play
When a little while later
As I waited
For my bus
To take me into the city
I noted a schoolboy
Sitting on a bench, reading
"A Wrinkle in Time"
By Madelyn L'Engle

If only, like Charles & Meg Wallace
In that story
One could jump
Between dimensions
Perhaps go back
And make different choices
So those wrinkles
Would have never appeared
Move forward
And sidestep present sorrows
And be wrinkle-free

I only know
That I want to be done with it

Wrinkles and all

Now