So much so long ago
Really had no thought behind it
Racing through life
As if it was a a journey
That needed to be completed
With urgency
Till now as time flies but the body doesn’t
Daily, frequently, all the time
It is frighteningly quite apparent that
The body is lagging far behind
Slowing down, reversing gears as it were
In it’s attempts to replicate
What was once ‘all that’
Case in point
Trimming trees
Granted never has a tree had me scampering up its bark
But in my defense often used a ladder
To shape the lower branches
And here is where I have finally found
My understanding , my brain is of the opinion
I still possess this skill set
So as it were
My wife and I set out the front door
Three step step stool, and a trimmer our accessories
Slight discussion who would use the step stool
She of more ‘nimble footing’
Might have been the logical choice
But I the more delusional of the pair
Somewhat confidently strode to the arena
Heard a loud drumroll
Up the three steps
Still bending over
Knowing full well to straighten up
Will test every known weakness in my body
Finally my body is extended to it’s full 5’7”
And with that a certain movement was noticed in the sky
As the juxtaposition of my body and the moving landscape
Immediately convinced me of my folly
Quickly notifying my cohort of my concern
I returned to Mother Earth from my perch
Neither of us able to look at each other
Quietly very quietly
Playing the last moments over in our minds
Not understanding where the last seventy years had gone
Wanting to cry and laugh at the same time
For what we had lost but also for what we still had
FXC 8/9/2020 Copyright frankxcameron.com
