As I sat pondering life at age seventy-two,
simple things I treasure like being able to sleep
in periods of hours and not just minute by minute
busied my mind.
Crazy thoughts came quietly as a titmouse
fluttering tiny wings in these quiet hours.
Racing around the track of thoughts in my midnight
reverie, feeling as though caught in a draft
pulling me into a minefield while being chased by those lost minutes!
All those times - not being mindful of someone else's opinion,
doing things mindlessly like driving through a stop sign,
and being smart enough to mind my own business.
Upon further self-reflection, often chiding myself
to remember to mind the time, get up, and move
and the big one, tell the wife of forty years she is loved,
Becoming most difficult more often ...
is to pause and breathe in the present moment
while navigating my days.
Then a tug of nature shakes me,
while my well-used body rises.
My mind calls attention to my aches and strains
causing me to shift my thoughts of the times
I did abuse this body.
Racing, at a snail's pace toward the privy,
pitter-pattering on soft footsteps
not to wake the wife, I am relieved.
Once again, reclined, I embrace the
tug of heavy eyelids,
welcoming the silence of the hour
so desiring to replace my busy mind
with the next expectation ...
as I place an invitation to my Higher Power
to put my higher Self, "my spirit," to work at doing more good -
while I release my mind and body to recharge,
preparing to fully embrace yet another day.
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