Tag Archives: Aging

Exposure

Returning after dark the other night,my caution and alertness was increased.I waited for a bus in scattered lightfrom shop fronts and sparse traffic, yearning eastand watching idlers, drivers in my sightin neutral, males unmoving not the least,without an inkling I’d … Continue reading

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Less Excess

Perhaps a shrinking future answers why,but excesses in which I once indulgedno longer beckon me to gratifymy appetite for munchies or for drugs.Aware I have less time to modifybehavior, I’m averse to start anew.But more than that, the volumes satisfyme … Continue reading

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On the Seesaw

When I worked every weekday at a job,I suffered now and then at getting donea task or ten the calendar would lobas deadline loomed, depending on someoneto answer me, return a call or runa program I provided with due careand … Continue reading

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Pattern Change

When I was young, and even in my prime,I escalated eating with the day.No breakfast, little lunch – by dinnertimemy appetite would rarely go away.The calories reserved did not allaymy hunger – so I munched and added weight.But now I’m … Continue reading

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A Good Dinner

We gathered for a dinner Saturday –three aging siblings with our mother, whoattains age 98 this week. We playas ever well together – only twomost visits (Three’s 500 miles away) –but this feast reunited all her crew.Her praise and warmth … Continue reading

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Lost Luggage

The dream starred me and adult kids, awayby bus to train to plane to spend a weekspecifically in Paris. But the daywe left I left aboard a bag I’d seek,unable to retrieve without delay.I’d travel with a task undone and … Continue reading

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Routine Choices

Each morning as I pose on feet or kneesof late, I do routines for calming stress,reducing nervousness, creating ease,preventing panic, finding steadiness.I aim to smooth my verges with caressto edges of the facets of a gem.I’ll be okay – I’m … Continue reading

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Driving to See Mom

“Have you had food this morning?” “Nothing yet,unless the 8-cup pot of coffee counts.”When you say “I can tell,” I am upseta bit – “I must be hyper,” I announce.But that is really query – did I pounceon you or … Continue reading

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Youthing

In middle age I took up exercise.I’d had a bout of immobilityand learned how vital, more than even eyes,my body’s movement is. Astounding me,I then grew younger. It was glad surprise.Just like the past year’s big discovery –I’ve daily practiced … Continue reading

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Amorphous Dread

Amorphous dread is my Achilles’ heel.It weakens like I’m cut and lately bled,distracted by unease I can’t conceal:amorphous dread. I don’t complain – no hopes of mine are dead.In most respects I’m living my idealexistence, and no peril looms ahead. … Continue reading

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