Late Lunch


Sitting in my car the other afternoon,

I caught my reflection in the rearview mirror

And saw the fine imprints of laughter

Radiating from the corners of my eyes.


We had talked for hours

About errant uncles and new lovers

About biblical myths and

Building the framework for our dreams.


We talked about getting older,

How it isn’t easy as a woman,

How our youthful excesses aged us,

About the quality of our skin.


We laughed ruefully at this, 

With a little mourning in our smiles. 


But when I saw the evidence of our late lunch

Remembered delicately on my face,

I was grateful for the yielding of age,

And the many mappings of our lives. 


Sadye Harvey