928 Becoming Horizontal 09-13-2020

I surprise myself
by how comfortable I can be
creaking into the horizontal.
I mean, well, vertical
is nice ‘n all,
but I’ve been there for so long
that going from standing to sitting,
like into my recliner
or
my “suspended from a tree limb”
sky-chair
becomes easier and easier
but easier than any of
that
is stretching out on spring grass,
feeling how the earth
envelopes me,
how falling Fall leaves,
how crystalline Winter snows
accumulate,
their weight
weighing heavier and heavier on my heart.
I guess it’s not,
yet,
my time to go,
but often, now,
my joints hurt more today than yesterday
and I grow tired merely from the effort
to just be
and the slow smooth circling
of the minute hand
feels more and more like
seduction
every day.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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