Fleeting Sun Air
I see you today
The sun felt warm so suddenly
Again the soft wind caresses
Invigorates so calmly.
Sweating crowding people
Tired voices empty laughters
Exhausting times the raw beautiful
Life love of happiness
Bitter the sweet look in their faces
Sad to see them stare across the wind
Walking off gravity diagonal in hitches
To reboot quench the thirst to refresh.
The fleeting sun air again breezes the orbs
Soak gently my naked skin touch my hair
Like blowing a kiss to a bed of fragrant herbs.
Widowing voices, the crowd, I willed to think of you.
©NDR 7.25.2016

It's quite a life in a senior village, a Leisure World at that.
It's a waiting lobby community, ladder stages of happiness
betrayed by the looks in their eyes. Conversations border around
landscapes, air conditions, thefts and plumbing. But this is life and we've
lived the happiest best part of it. In the village, it's just another day
of pleasant and funny talks about what truly matters at this later stage
of happiness, flowering greens a given, your life partner smiling with you.

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Robert L. Martin
over 4 years

I live in a senior living apartment, also. They stare across the wind all day long. There is nothing left to do. It is, sad, but at least they have each other to share their boredom with.

Nelson D Reyes
Nelson D Reyes
over 4 years

Thank you Robert. You know exactly what it is, how it is - to manage the few steps remaining before the threshold. We can hold on to a few devices available for our well being but in the end treading that ever shortening distance to the "door" would be least depressing if we kept a smile in our face and spill our cup of coffee once in a while. Air out the fear. Accept.

over 4 years

A tender poem. It caresses the mind even though it is poignant. Yes, there's a certain sadness to it - "widowing voices" and "bitter the sweet look".

Thanks for sharing.

Nelson D Reyes
Nelson D Reyes
over 4 years

Thanks Brod. And you framed it rather vividly in your "The Waiting Room".
Overall Betsy and I enjoy living where we are in Orange County, CA.
We live among our age and all the poignancy sans regret that goes with it.
We stay happy and hope it becomes contagious.

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