13 going on 30

This year I played with time

Through a fog so thick I’ve declared me dumb

I visited adolescence with the girls that were with me in it

I felt a devotion basically wordless

And tried to say it with my body 

I spoke from now back through the years 

In a dense crowd at a show 

My very first friends standing behind me 

Belting words from songs 

Like “being a woman is half about being wrong”

The night before we sat at a table and choired like we had many times before

Making fun of ourselves in the past life we share

But it’s actually ever so serious

“Who can sail without blowing wind

Who can row without oars

Who can part from their friends without a falling tear”

I didn’t cry but I longed and I ached

And I wondered if we aren’t still 13 and also 30 at once

Jennifer Garner every one of us