Incubate

I remember the day 
like it was yesterday 
or maybe it was 
no it was a
while ago that day 
when my aging body
passed my younger mind 
like cars or motorcycles
on some far outstretched 
road in the middle 
of nowhere the
drivers or riders simply 
nodding unfamiliar yet recognizable 
The truth about life 
is that our bodies 
descend and if lucky 
our minds ascend and 
in my case remain 
hopelessly silly and curious 
Writers incubate they emerge 
and that day on
that road was the 
day when I finally 
cracked open my shell 
and then became this