Spring Poetry Series, 5

5

This aching body

Is familiar and brand new.

It arrived slowly

over forty-eight 

Years and thousands of miles

Bones, blood and muscles

Full of accumulated

Work, play, exercise and rest

This body knows things

This body knows when

Recovery is needed —

More often these days.

For today, I will

Pause. Soften, Relax, Retreat.

A treasured fullness.