I feel bad about my face–
how it’s grown old on me–
betraying, without permission
my age.
And it’s obvious for all to see–
can’t hide it 
unless I adopt a burka.

And then I try to remember
it doesn’t matter where you are
walking the labyrinth.
Each place is equally real
and valid,
one spot not superior
to another.

Fully inhabit this space
without regret, longing.