Mercy

Everything We Do

I transfer her,

From my large white bed to her small pink one,

And if I'm not careful when laying her back down,

She tenses up for just a moment,

Feeling like she's falling,

I hate that tensing,

So bend at the knees,

And keep her weight on me,

Until the mattress can seamlessly take over

Somehow just now, today, I have grown old,

Without the wisdom or security or really even the years that I think that usually accompany this,

My parents are better with their phones than I am,

My daughter smarter with her money,

My wife more creative and social,

I try to follow the Tai chi movements on a YouTube video, but lack the energy,

And desire,

To keep up

Closing the right eye, life is crisp and stark and marvelously detailed,

Closing the left, it is weathered and soft, with the harsher realities muted and manageable

Next Time Around

I plan to return
As a bare-breasted Ama,
Smiling in the spray

Bright Blessed Day, Dark Sacred Night

The day to obscure heaven, keep the attention and affections finite; The night for expansion, transparency, stars, sleep