heirloom
September 19, 2015 § 4 Comments
yes
I am evolving
not that my little finger
is getting littler
or anything so wonderfully curious as that
– my third eye is still
slumbering
and
I can’t extract oxygen
from the ocean
I so love to
immerse myself in
but look, my cells
still drop away daily –
replaced by some
that are just
that much better
– or so I like to believe
yet,
I have been taught
to call it aging,
that being the most comfortable word for the process
and as such,
I’m a bit more careful
as I slog my way through
this glorious mire
I share with you all
I’m not entirely sure
I want to put all my chips on the alleged regenerative properties of neuroplasticity should my head
bounce off the asphalt
in an ill conceived attempt to recapture my youth
via a ride
on a grandchild’s skateboard
no, my recliner is quite exciting enough most days
and I’m finding that
I swing an axe with a bit more caution now
hell, I even bend at the knees
when picking tomatoes
I can tolerate a sore knee
but, the back?
listen, it’s taken about a million years to get to where the thing keeps me upright
I’m not about to tweak it
for a hunger driven desire
for an heirloom beefsteak
(c) 2015 Fred Whitehead
Fred, Ilove this.
Thank you!
That’s glorious Fred! Well done!
I think I’m evolving too by the way!
Thank you John! Onward my friend