Category Archives: Aging

Negativity Drop

My friends predicted what did not occur.“You never know,” they promised, but I did.No urge to drive or shop arose to stirmy energy, and as for being ridof one who should have sheltered and endorsed,and comforted and guided me with … Continue reading →

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Two Rights

Envisioning my arms as stable wires,from palm to shoulder reinforcing spine,taut guys supporting any disc that tires,so I’m erect like sailboat mast or pine,I cup my knees to angle what aspires,and meditative posture becomes mine.Hypotenusing upper limbs, I guidemy neck … Continue reading →

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Happy Medium

I seek the happy medium betweena body rid of fat I didn’t want,and slenderness at this age come to meanI feel so many bones I may look gaunt.Inhabiting the geriatric scene,my public dancing’s passed and I won’t flaunt(in truth I … Continue reading →

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Light Lessons

Exactly when I needed it, I feel,an expert spoke to me about a wayso apt to make the sitting-still appeal,yet loose ideas within cognition’s sway.Eight minus one in lessons on the reel,and I completed them as of today.Securely I now … Continue reading →

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Sprawl

I tripped a day ago, but didn’t falltoo hard. Encountering a sidewalk crack,I stumbled two steps angling to a sprawlon dirt and weeds beside the concrete track.I’m pleased to note I didn’t strain my back;I broke no bone, although I … Continue reading →

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70,000 Hours

He called her arrogant, because she saidshe’d read the finest novels in her tongue.He should have used another word instead,for she had gorged on stories, starting youngand unremitting, sitting late in bed,denting cushions, warming seats amongcommuters, finding weakness, loving peaks.She … Continue reading →

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Abstinence

It isn’t just possessing extra time,though I am old and clearly doing less.I always got some leisure; I’d a primedirective to indulge myself, I guess.I read so much and viewed it as no crime,I picked the English major to addressmy … Continue reading →

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Behavior

Behavior reckoned age-appropriate,appareled and accessoried just so,comporting as our culture deems most fit,requires sense I never seemed to know,compliance that in soul I didn’t grow.And even now I don’t possess the gauge.I boggle at where expectations blow.Consistently, I fail to … Continue reading →

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The Span

From expectation to realityexists a space where worry might be sown,where stress can root and angst can come to be.The span is temporal and may be bridgedwith sturdy planks of equanimity.I’m learning to reduce projection now,and register result while earnestlyaccepting … Continue reading →

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Endorsed

We know a little rain (or more) will fallin every life. An adage tells us so.Experience confirms it for us all,but looking over 40 years will showfar less of pain and grief for some I knowthan many. One got cancer. … Continue reading →

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