The Absence of Wavelength

Fontanelle

The widening fontanelle
I cover with a cap
         meager two-ply
for internal workings I expose
publicly
like an animal without clothes
         but wild
hides from potential prey that
doesn’t understand why
not trusted,
without quest for comprehension
(If you could near without ambush),

or,
unclothed because a babe
seen as an aging man
with no decorum to properly attire,
refuses tensile to top a pate
with wire hair graying,
         so the cap —
shadow a thin ghost
shackled to experience and belief
the earth spins backwards
but does not erase
         elapsed time

broken like Pangea
exposed in murky depths
to recall a tender, trusting child
before the first branch fell
fashioned as switch
         yes, tender and exposed
and, life has been like that.

who to trust to the skull?

4.22.23 (edit later)

My nephew who was a ‘specialist’ in Iraq reminds me I have a soft head, indirectly, by covertly showing me his knowledge, not realizing what he doesn’t say speaks louder than words, I’ve observed.

Thanks Tony

Edits to incorporate:

The Fontanelle

The poem "The Fontanelle" presents an intriguing exploration of vulnerability and aging. However, some passages could benefit from clarification to enhance the reader's understanding. Here are suggested edits:

I conceal the widening fontanelle
Beneath a meager two-ply cap,
Revealing my inner workings openly,
Like a vulnerable creature unclothed,
Yet, I remain elusive,
Hiding from potential threats
That fail to comprehend why
I withhold trust,
Without seeking understanding.
(If you could approach without threat),

Unclothed like an infant,
Perceived as an aging man
Lacking the decorum of proper attire,
I resist the tensile embrace of a cap,
My wiry hair graying.
So the cap becomes a shadow,
A fragile specter bound to experience and belief.
The earth may spin in reverse,
But it cannot erase
the passage of time,

Fragmented like Pangea,
Exposed in murky depths,
I reminisce about a tender, trusting child
Before the first branch became a switch,
Yes, tender and exposed.
And life has been like that.

Whom can I trust with the skull?

better title choice depends on central theme or message. a title that reflects vulnerability, aging, and trust, maybe, Fragile Veil or The Unveiled Self.