Home Stretch

The circumstance that makes this age so fine,
you say, is you can drop the social pose
and be yourself. But that’s no goal of mine.
I never could be other, and I chose
and labored to be truly seen. My line
is not achieving that, but what arose
for me is time to breathe and meditate –
a wealth of health and patience stirs of late.

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