I stand old and bald ,with no fear
Highly unself- conscious ,a body
Between the bed and a tall clock.
The shadow is my body at sunset
In window for sun’s daily farewell,
Eye softly shut before daily sleep.
Window shuts a sun’s eyes softly.
A body stands fearless at a sunset
On floor dappled by ripe sunlight.
I stand upright beside a tall clock
Wedged between sleep and time
To look sunset in the eye defiantly.
(Admiring Edward Munch’s self-portrait painting made in his dying years)