I can hike and ski and walk and write and dig and lift and pull and plant and climb and fall and jump and roll
But I be will be sore, after
I have smooth skin, soft skin, long legs, tapering ankles, healthy curly hair, bright eyes, strong feet
But parts of me are drooping, wrinkled
I have a slow pulse, low blood pressure, no cancer, no diabetes, no chronic pain, and the muscles inside my pelvis are strong
But sometimes I do wait too long and dribble, a bit of pee
I have a job, I can set my own schedule, have a private office that looks out with beautiful light, I’m praised by my boss, make good money, and help people
But working hurts my soul
I feel my heart, and the past, the pain, I love my kids and they love me, and I have good friends
But I don’t have a special person, to snuggle with
I am surrounded by streams, and woods, and birds singing, and spirit, and willingness, and hope and everything I need today
But I still can’t settle and fully accept, peace
And I HATE that!