(This poem came out of a practice run for a sustainability workshop that I am doing with a couple of Empire State College colleagues on Friday, April 11, at the college's Student Wellness Retreat. It was inspired by Mary Oliver's poem "Sunrise.")
Each morning --
climbing the familiar hills,
I think of life when I'm ninety.
More familiar yet
still climbing.
Slower but still surely moving
to stretch the most out of each minute.
My lungs fill with air.
My heart pumps with blood.
Sweat beads my forehead.
I think of the day
as a chance to start over,
to be new.
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