Category Archives: Aging

Squinting Steps

Dilated eyes at noon, outside, in spring,means walking’s difficult, and then the foot(near-healed but still retarding everything)contributed to make the going hard.But it was worth the effort, for I clingto optic health in age, and after all,6000 steps were taken … Continue reading

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Test Walk

I’m testing walking prudently today.Instead of 60 minutes, I will busand promenade a quarter hour, say,and I won’t quibble with my age, or cussabout a change that may not go away.I’ll choose supportive shoes with zero fuss.In truth my status … Continue reading

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Sketchy

My memories of childhood are strong.I recollect from 3 to 13 morethan family or friends, but I am wrongat times about vignettes I pictured surefrom later years. It may have been the weed,the start of multi-tasking, classes, peers,but days conflate … Continue reading

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Detection

I almost can’t detect the twinge today.Four weeks since I misstepped but didn’t fall,I’m sure the injury will go away,but less that I can ever make the haulon foot in wear that used to cool-conveyme half a year. I have … Continue reading

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Persistent Litter

I used to always wear my hair cut short,but Covid made me change my strategy,for after it proceeded for a quart-er year without a sign of brevity,I turned away from seeking a salon.I let my tresses lengthen, bought my haira … Continue reading

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Old Skin

A little burn that took 12 days to healhas left its object cured and looking well.The targeting attack was no big deal –2 applications marked but didn’t swelland didn’t hurt – a scab had to congealand guard each stimulated healthy … Continue reading

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Desultory

I’d made it past mid-century. My storywas more than halfway spun when I employeda word I’d only read – said “desultory”with accent wrong. I laughed, for I enjoyedthat token youthfulness. When I was tenI mispronounced determine “dee-ter-mine.”It tickled me that … Continue reading

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After 3 Weeks

I usually want readers for my verse,but some are just a memo of today,recording healing progress as I nursemyself (so slowly now), in cloud array.The problem with my foot’s not getting worse.Another week or so of rest, I’d say,will let … Continue reading

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Not My Job

You seem to seek approval when you’re coarseor petulant. Rejecting self-controlyou fling or rant, and want me to endorsebehavior that’s repellant. You’re not drolland you’re not nice, and you’ll not earn respectbecause your hair is gray and you have wealth.I … Continue reading

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Barnacles

“Benign” the doctor said, as he surveyedthe planes and creases of my ancient skin.“We call them barnacles” his voice conveyed –these torso bumps of decades’ origin.I let my fancy freewheel, and beginto circulate the concept in my skull.I took the … Continue reading

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