Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Plodding

I can still run when I want to
If I want to
Although nearing age 66
I mostly plod
Moving slower
Incrementally, entropically
With a bit less enthusiasm for sprinting
Into oblivion
Or even rising to new challenges
Or the same old ones
(The mere challenge of rising becoming
More and more apparent)
That horizon seems to be moving in my direction
At its steady pace…

Maybe I need to check my dipstick
See what level my vital fluids are at
Perhaps I’m down a quart of testosterone?
I’m still in the race
At least in my mind
I can access that young man
Who did life so subtly
Effortlessly
Painlessly.
I can still run, when I want
But there is a cost now
A different one, and maybe higher.
And do I really want to go that fast
Tempting the wheels to fly off?
Or is it better, wiser
Just to plod?

2 comments:

Unknown said...

There is great wisdom and good health in the slowing down..maybe plodding along..that's not a bad thing...I'm enjoying the dance...paying attention to where I walk, how I move, a new and lovely awareness of the miracle of my body as I become sometimes painfully aware of the aging process...sounds like you have too Crowsrite.......... : )

Paul Sanderson said...

Hey Peggy,
Thanks for your comment. It is nice to compare notes on how we are at the age we are. We grew up together in some ways, with some common experiences, common backgrounds, common times. I enjoy your phrase "I'm enjoying the dance." It made me thing of how words, poetry, etc., can influence and effect us:
I see it the same
I see it differently
I never saw it that way before.
-P