I skidded on the wood outside my door
that forms a boardwalk to the entry gate.
Each winter, rain makes stepping there unsure –
plant-slick and weathered. I offset my weight
avoiding falling, swerving twice. My fate
is to now to wait for what that wrench has done.
Will groin or lumbar lapse to painful state?
Oh, here’s a twinge. This aging isn’t fun…