Happy Birthday to Me

It's just after midnight, so I'm 41. Not much to say but 1) it's a prime number and 2) I almost feel middle aged. I don't quite feel middle aged or in my 40's. I don't think I act like someone in their 40's. I used to make a journal entry at least on my birthday, maybe even write a poem. Since I can't sleep, here goes.

The hand moved ere so slow,
I watched; no sound came forth
To mark the swing
Of some imagined pendulum
Between the minutes of each
Creep.

The mix of word and thought
And act, by each assigned
A place and sense
In some imagined frame and thread
Is scarcely more than breath,
Dream.