where are you

there is no
you, not really,
there is someone
that wakes up in
your bed, but it
isn't you. you are
much younger, the
years have not gone
by. there is more
in front of you
than behind. time
is on your side.
and yet, your bones
ache, as you slowly
move to the edge
of the bed, and
rise with caution.
you find your
glasses, your
slippers, your robe.
you turn on the news.
you wait for water
to boil to make
your tea, but this
is not you, you are
already, out the door,
your hair drying
in the summer sun,
your feet taking
you on a run through
the thickness of
green woods.