Linking Me to Me Through Time

Sometimes I think I want a tattoo.

I want to want one,

but the logical part of my brain

isn’t convinced

that regret won’t overwhelm me

once I permanently engrave my body

with a phrase or design.

Buyer’s remorse is heavy with me.

Clothing, jewelry - expensive anything –

constantly being returned.

Still, the permanence of a tattoo appeals to me.

The thought of memorializing a particular point in time –

marking a phase in my evolution.

But how does one find the perfect embodiment of who you are?

Maybe a psychic designer could help;

could read me – read my soul

and form line and shape

into the perfect definition of me at this time in this place.

In another life I could be that person –

pulling designs out of the air –

searching for the perfect line and pattern.

Maybe they are out there just waiting to be found.

I don’t think I have the drive to look, though,

so, I’ll continue to go untattooed –

imagining what it would be like to have a mark that stays with me –

a thread tying who I was to who I am.

Adding some small permanence to my changing body.  

Linking me to me through time.