Today I plod.

No burst of youthful speed

or even an energetic trot.

Today is a “one deliberate foot after another” kind of day.

Weary.  A bit worn.  Frayed at the edges.

Of course it’s not just my aging, forty something out of shape body

that I mean,

but my stretched thin’s soul’s quiet lament.

For today.

Tomorrow may feel different

full of life and energy and joy.

Perhaps.

But not today.

Today I plod.