Blue Grosbeak at Jordan Lake Dam. Photo by Doc Ellen
Being Wise Twenty-Six August 1, 2021
It takes courage not to worry
when your brain has little bleeds.
Where will it end, and when?
No one knows. I take the pill
every day and carry hot tea
without a spill. I sometimes
knock things off. Dishes
accumulate. I bury myself in
good books. In the midst of a
fire scene when a wrecked
helicopter explodes, the smoke
alarm goes off. Tim toasted
his bread twice with that result.
He knew it would but couldn’t
resist. I jump. The book’s fire
is real to me. In the book,
problems are solved. Mine I
have to live with. Right now
I’m not in pain. Sometimes I
can’t sleep when I want to,
and many times I sleep when
I’m trying to stay awake. It’s
part of aging, yes. I’m living
longer than most people. I’m
being cared for in ways I never
expected. Life ends by being
mysterious and gracious, not
to mention unpredictable.
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