Up, up, up

I see them now

The ages waiting for me

Bodies, as always, surround me

Why am I always surrounded?

Again, as always, they are speaking

In arrogant, broken speech

So popular these days

As for myself, I remain close to silence

My words nothing more than captions to my actions

Describing but now explaining

Sighing but not complaining

They are leaving me

No. I am leaving them

Like a tide ungoverned by the moon

These bodies push me forward

Up the stairs

Thank goodness.