I'm struck lately
by the bounty
of time given
in retirement,
the stretch of day
to do as I want.
The burden is to choose
wisely, to plumb
my heart and play
my stars, each day.
The grace
is the freedom
of choice itself.
What excites me,
interests me, draws me,
expands me?
How can I move
toward those?
How can I fall
more in love with
life, this life, my life?
Read, write, run,
nurture family,
talk to John,
visit friends,
settle after years of travel,
become a hub,
although the 'of what'
can't be known yet.
Weigh in
on what matters,
Step toward it.
Be an ally.
That's all. Except to
give thanks
for this life.
For Brian at dVerse Poets Pub who asked us to write what we're thankful for. I took the photo of the Swan Boats in Boston this past summer.
