I raked some leaves that didn’t need raking,
Just to feel my muscles and lungs.
I walked some ground that didn’t need walking,
To see how the sky would respond.
I watched some birds that didn’t need watching,
I ate an orange that didn’t need eating,
I thought a thought that didn’t need thinking,
And the thought thought the same about me.
Then I sat, then I stood, then I looked at the wall.
And the wall looked back at the old man I’ve become.
Both of us laughed. Quite clearly, we were tickled by something,
As if each were a mirror, or maybe a window,
And there were children singing, and dancing, beyond.
January 1, 2022
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Aging, Birds, Birth, Child and Man, Children, Diaries, Journals, Joy, Laughter, Leaves, Mirrors, Oranges, Peace, Poems, Poetry, Reflections, Thinking, Windows