Today’s a gentle morning in my home.
I’m still off exercise and took a break
from tasks. I’ve got the time to pen this poem
although I’ve no declaratives to make,
no narratives or theories to suggest.
I’m feeling good without objective cause.
My body has insisted that I rest,
and maybe I’m obeying natural laws.

I’ve rarely been compliant, when compared
to other girls and most the boys I’ve known,
but then I never sought to be repaired.
It’s different now, with elder tendon, bone
and ligament, but also elder brain,
allowing time for body to explain.