
“Take care of yourself” they said
But I didn’t know how
To be
That selfish.
“Like on a plane with a dependant” they said
“And the oxygen masks drop down,
Put yours on first;
That’s being responsible.”
Alone,
By the summer lake,
I feel the breeze.
Figuring Out Life While Aging

“Take care of yourself” they said
But I didn’t know how
To be
That selfish.
“Like on a plane with a dependant” they said
“And the oxygen masks drop down,
Put yours on first;
That’s being responsible.”
Alone,
By the summer lake,
I feel the breeze.

Discordant Dance
Before I knew I was unhappy
The questions were unanswered.
There was no crisis,
Just the ongoingness
Of dizzying agony.
Without the busyness of costumes,
I became curious:
What shaped these blows?
Why did I accept being thrown away
And jerked back?
Why these steps
In pain
Over and over and over?
How can I stop the dance?
Is it my choice?
Where was this dark dance
Choreographed?
The mirror watched
As I twirled and twisted,
Watched impassively
Until, finally, a little light bled in.
I almost saw a question,
And twisted away.
I felt an answer trembling at my fingertips,
And closed my eyes.
I tripped, and caught myself
By staring at the mirror.
Again,
And again.
The mirror saw what I felt:
The dance was shifting, gentling, stretching.
And the questions began shaping
The new choreography.
The photographs, strung like uneven pearls
across the years, challenge our memories,
declaring our connections, chosen moments posed
on cusps we didn’t recognize, and only now
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