March 20, 2012


My knee aches
when I first arise,
sometimes my hip as well,
though I know later
I'll be in a better place,
as only time will tell.
When dressed
I'm not so stiff,
each step more lifelike,
until cranking my bike
past a line of traffic
up the canyon
I'm fully awake,
hips and knees moving
in rhyme, suddenly
hungry, feeling forty,
maybe even thirty again,
finally warmed up,
ready for the morning climb
through the gates
of the cemetery,
heart a pounding
good this time.