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.
Tomorrow may feel different
full of life and energy and joy.
But not today.
Today I plod.