Sunday, May 27, 2018

Poetry Sunday

I've been retired going on three (gasp!) years and yes, I do do things more slowly now ... but with no less gusto.

by Faith Shearin 

On the island where I was a child
nearly everyone was retired, their fortunes
already made. Death was around them
the way water was around our streets.
They taught me how to go fishing
without catching fish; the tide’s breath
was marked in notebooks they kept
beneath their pillows. One old lady
fed me chocolates from a tin
until my teeth were stained by greed.
The old do things slowly so I grew used
to grocery store lines
that did not move, cars that stopped
in the middle of the road. One man spent
a whole day helping me bury a squirrel;
we wrote odes and dirges
to the way it once hurried and planned.

Have a good day, and enjoy the rest of the holiday weekend. More thoughts coming.



Dave Peterson said...

Three years already?!? Time sure flies when you're not paying attention, doesn't it?

Duckbutt said...

Glad you're enjoying retirement.