All in the Timing

Acquired wisdom
slips through the cracks
of diminishing memory.

Old mastered procedures
become annoying; no more
doing without careful

arrangement, step by
step. The familiar seems
new, inexperienced.

Assurances are fewer
and farther between,
puddled in doubt.

No mystery, just the
surprises of the duration
hoofing the planet.

Whose puffy image
is that walking toward
the reflecting glass?

Now, that’s a surprise!
The old plans that have
carried me all this time

are daunting. Let’s
be real. I’m not going to
build another house.

Wait! Wait just a damn
minute here. There is so
much I need to learn.