Old Age

I breathe sun
And exhale frost.
I think rum
But taste milk.

Age is contradiction.

Experience suggests competency
But society thinks me frail
My mind foggy
My body irrelevant.

It used to frustrate me.
Now I smile
Content with these truths:

Nothing about me requires proof.
Those I care for know my value.

Bland is first a state of mind
Becoming habit only with practice.

To the frozen any warmth is welcome.

If the mind cannot accompany the body
It doesn’t matter where the body dwells.

If the body is immobile
Everything is possible in the mind.

Let winter come.
The fire blazes in my hearth
As well as in my belly.
I welcome old age.
It is, after all, always one year older
Than I am.