When Did You Get There?

Every time I look at my body

It’s as if it’s the first time

There are new lines, new spots I don't recognise

It’s strange, being a stranger to yourself

Alien to your skin

Entire parts of me, hidden for others to find 

The lines of my back like a map

I can never read, 

Remind me that this is just a vessel

Carrying far more important cargo

A vehicle I traverse through time with

Soft, changing, impermanent