How is it we learn
the art of happiness?
Make peace with our discontent?
Call a cease fire with disappointment?
Befriend the sad homeless spirit
who’s taken residence
in our stony cabin?
If one learns to sail
she must love the sea
though water not be her element
She needs neither strong fin nor gill
by which to navigate the wave
merely a sturdy keel
and a stout mast
The gifts of age
lie in its limitation
Limited once by our imagination
we’re now limited to our imagination
the vast sea once sailed shrunken
the yacht we were
now but a skiff
The grace of age
lies in its simplicity
Take a day to plant a row of peas
an afternoon to make blackberry jam
all evening to contemplate sunset
at home with self
at ease with life