I haven't tried to slow down for a while
Or given time to thinking or feeling
I don't know where the space lies in my body
The way in which it flows inside me
How it mixes with my thoughts
Or billows with the air
Coming out and coming in

I will look there
At my most recent portrait
Held against every version of myself I have seen watching or staring back
To see how the lines have swelled or bent over time
And see whether I know myself still