And Then I Was Old
A new tentativeness prevails on staircases. And an aching stiffness when I rise with the sun.
And yet …
I've never known such a love for my body. It's been ushered in with a kind of stunned wonder, like an enchantment. And with this uplift has come an eagerness to learn. New terms like zyphoid process, calcaneus and pelvic tone quicken my pulse.
How is it I overlooked these orchestrations?
Never even a second thought.