Muscles ache, joints creak.
Somedays it hurts to walk. Stiff
And sore, going on.
Arimidex, keep those mets
Away from me, I do hope.
Back from Sweden, cold
And snow. Odd to see many
beggars on the streets.
Haven’t been keeping up
With daily writing. Often life
occupies much space.
Happy to travel
But the dog can’t always come
Makes me very sad.
Watched a whole season
During my flight to London
Really, really good
Mammo, ultra sound
sometimes an MRI, then
a big fat xanax.
In a gray funk, hard
To write haiku. Ideas
Stuck, they fail to flow.
Fog hangs in valleys
Curls through trees. Hiding secrets
To find in the sun.
Flight delayed, waiting
Connection iffy, made it!
Upgrade to business
Two knitting needles,
Cross, loop, cross. Stitches grow. Bright
Tones make me happy.
Sharp knife under shell
Quick twist, shuck. Horseradish sauce
Complements oysters.
Bad estrogen must
Go. I take my pill, joints hurt
Skin dries, hope pill works.
Traveling. Many
Languages, bags large and small
And stories to tell.
Metal skins reflect
Sun diffused by clouds, airplanes
Like toys on a board.
Two sunny days in
A row. Mild temp, blue sky. So
Very very wrong.
And paying it forward for tomorrow while I travel….
Black socks, white dog, hair
Everywhere, but how does so
Much get inside?
Time Flies Like an Arrow 