Morning Glimpse
I mistake you for a woman in her twenties
sporting multi-colored leggings
that no one in town wears unless
they are going to a movement class
you pass me while I sit in my car
engine running, heat on
chilled from swimming
you smile and I smile back
as you walk away
I glance briefly
and see a fifty-year-old woman
in good shape
the wrinkles confirm your true age
I dare not look in the mirror
and see me
from your perspective
instead, I shift into gear
put my blinker on and drive
instead of turning right today
I turn left and feel good about it.