Cane or Walker, What’ll It Be?

Transitioning into old age––
forgetting to stand up straight and not
to stoop; vanity wounded on a daily basis
by the image I see in the cracked mirror
and cannot deny is my own.

When did I become a cautious walker
pushing her carriage through
the supermarket, trying to take it all in
with failing eyesight and barely hearing?
I haven’t broken through to humor

the heal-all for all that challenges me.
But I’m expecting, waiting, hoping for it,
when I will begin living again, not focused
on a number, but on being alive with
what’s left in working order.

One thought on “Cane or Walker, What’ll It Be?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s