today i saw a man

as i walked past him from behind, i caught a glance at his face.

lines of imprinted wisdom burst from his eyes.

i was reminded of bernini's st. teresa, the same semblance of deity or the sun.

the lowest lines tread along his molded cheek bone.

if i had sculpted a face like his, i would have felt unrealistic in creating such perfect lines.

but they were there, and i liked them.