Aging gracefully

In place

Not so much these days

But every now and then

A breeze blows and I get to sit in the rocker

Ease in to the

Hammock

Unassisted

And contemplate

Play

Passion

Passing on `the baton seems hard when gratitude will so nicely suffice

suffice as if you could plan the course of the race

Apparently so little to recommend

a long life

so we prescribe

a slow and even descent to avoid

death

pain

grief

wrinkles and

spending

ordinary time

within our youth

if every sentence did not begin with

if I were you

or

when I was your age

we could sail that ship safely home

home to where refugees risk and wanderer

assuming no safe passage except better than what was left behind

conjecture of what might have been now

precious time

no beginning no end