When Did You Get Here?

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 

Wanting or wonderful

The lines of my back are like a map

I can never read, 

Reminding me that this is just a vessel

Carrying far more precious cargo, 

A vehicle I traverse through time with

Soft, changing, impermanent