My Picture: Sanquan Medical Collage, Xinxiang, China.

A little boy looked at my hair
and asked me

“Why are you so old?”

A trick philosophical question from one so young.

Short sun in cold winter white,
I pulled out a small strand of grey hair,
going the same way.
Exchanging looks with the boy,
we smiled for a selfie.

A snow blanket mountain,
something tiny and whole and
the power of allure.
A soul with wings
and freedom felt in spring’s fresh lace.