As I’ve grown olderly
I’ve found a new sport:
But though my wife encourages me
to play it enthusiastically,
(given my age…)
sitting still is a contact sport
and compared to all the other sports
I’ve managed to beat-up-my-body playing,
it’s a tough one.
Your ass connects to the rocker,
your legs rest on the bidet’.
you’re wrestling against decades of
habits in the head,
just to stay put.
(Oh! Gimme a second!
My wife just walked by,
peeked over my shoulder at what I wrote,
laughed her lovely wind-chime-laugh
and told me
“It’s not a bidet! It’s an ottoman.”
Sorry there, friends.
I didn’t set out to shock ya’
It’s just I’m getting forgetful, lately.
Using the wrong word now and then…)
as I was saying,
I have to strain
against a lifetime-to-the-contrary
just to sit there.
Stillness is a difficult skill
Harder than hitting a low,inside curve
or ankle tackling a shifty half-back.
It requires emotional will.
I have to train, easy, at first,
like prepping for a marathon.
Struggle through, say, fifteen minutes
of doing nothing
while my heart rate rises,
Angst, you see?
Fight inclinations towards
all those essential activities I should be accomplishing.
Mow the lawn!
Save the world
Spray paint the heron statue out by the berry bush!
I tell me,
“Easy there, buddy!
Give yourself some time.
After a while,
once everyone has shed a few tears
and walked back down the hill to their cars,
hopefully not in a pouring rain,
you’ll be an expert!
In one culminating instant,
all that training will kick in!
Sitting Still will be easy.
Just like it was to