One Morning

Concluding I had too much on my plate,
on rising I eliminated some.
The temperature was up, I had a date
for lunch, and I was feeling kind of numb.
But 90 minutes later, so much freight
had been cleared off I couldn’t feel a crumb.
Surprised, I gravitated to the mat,
in movement like a morning acrobat.

This entry was posted in Aging, Health, Poetry and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a comment