My days are changing rapidly. Routines
begun when I was young and multi-tasked,
refined in middle age, are not the means
to any end for which I planned or asked.
It used to be, I kept a list of goals –
I hurdled and I relayed in the race
to have my way and hold the few controls
accessible.

But recently my pace
has been allowed to slow. The list has shrunk,
and gradually I venture into fun
conditions, altered customs never known
before. Receptive, stimulated, drunk
on freedom from my calendar, I’m done
with dancing solo in my comfort zone.