Halfway to Ninety

A poem of edification

Image by author

Halfway to ninety
and it seems I’ve always got something heavy
slung across my back
but now I know that I can set it down
any time I want to;
it really only has to hold
the most important stuff anyway
like water and Kleenex
journals for rescuing stray words
and maybe a rose quartz or two
(because everyone needs a rock in their purse)