golem

all the years
have settled across my skin
each movement cracks
the caked dust of time
making me slow
jerking
as each layer gives way

looking back
I see myself in ignorance
motions fluid
each day a dance
not knowing the complications
of a world filled with knowledge
never completed
always searching

looking forward
the layers increase
creating strata
to tell the tale
of this sad clay creature
always shifting
trying to rid itself of resignation
and begin again
with hope and curiosity
to dance again
as though
the beauty of the movement
was the purpose of life