Focused on 

what’s missing,

we miss 

what’s here.

JDG

Yesterday on my walk with Knox,

I tripped and fell upon the grass.

Cushioned by its softness,

I lay awhile, grateful

I wasn’t injured and was

so gently held. As I grow older

and my sure-footedness shrinks,

I find steadiness in things like

the sweet smell of honeysuckle,

the softness of the grass,

the companionship of Knox.

JDG

Seated in my chair

as groovy songs play, I shift

and sway, shimmy and kick, groan

and giggle and sing along.

Exercise isn’t just for the young.

I may be old, but I’m not numb.

JDG

Not this and not that,

 not anything in between.

Not one thing suits 

when I’m tied in nots.

Not wit, not wisdom –

Writing in nots 

is all I got.

JDG

Rise before six,

feed dog, cats, and birds,

walk with Knox,

fix breakfast,  solve Wordle

and Spelling Bee – simple acts,

encouraged by Knox, the birds, and cats –

a pleasureful way to begin each day.

JDG

Before sunrise, when

the day is still and gray,

a flash of red appears

among the white blossoms

of a self-planted tree –

a dash of  color 

to carry through the day.

JDG

The awkward rhythm

of my aging walk is definitely

off, but my mood is not.

I”m here.

I can see the sun rise.

I can listen to my steps.

I can smell the wild honeysuckle.

I feel my feet on the ground.

I taste satisfaction.

I can walk.

JDG