Continuing what’s becoming a theme…

One Day

Without noticing suddenly
you cannot easily pull your
sweatshirt over your head.
Each morning you perform athletic 
routines getting into your pants.
Rising from chairs, your muscles
will cry out. Sleeping will bring
rest but also body-wide tightness 
driving you prematurely from bed.
Every step you take becomes fraught:
you'll concentrate on each one (if
you know what's good for you),
relearning how to walk. Climbing
steps will be similar as you 
wonder alternately how you
could confuse distances which
rise regularly before you, and
how you ever did it when younger.
"Lift with your legs" no longer
something preached by your
health-and-safety officer, but 
your new mantra for avoiding
three days' bedrest. Concentrating,...

...you become a true zen master,
without trying—as the sutras say.

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78/100
100 poems in 100 days