The last five years, I haven’t traveled far.
I’ve never ventured out with easiness,
and as I age considerations are
increasing. I have ways to calm the stress,
but doubt I can extinguish it in full.
No matter how I do, I can’t correct
the urge to be at home – that comfort pull.
But I’m determined to be looser-necked;
deliberately I make my shoulders drop.
I won’t allow my lower jaw to clench.
I guard my hands from bruising, and I prop
my spine, preventing any lumbar wrench.
I’ll still get up too early – that’s for sure.
But I can make some progress toward a cure.