There is no audible click,
no thunderbolt, no earthquake;
in fact, everything looks the same
as it did the day before--but one day
you wake up and know you are probably
(it's still hard to admit) an old person. . .
it's quite dizzying in its reality,
then, it's pleasantly calm.

A raven ratchets
upward on a draft
watching Monday morning
struggle to grow feathers.