Another Word for Age

Maturing has some benefits . . .
we are not governed by clocks.

We watch the moon as it sets
sometimes seeming a sullen ox
aware of the sniffing of a smaller fox,
but mostly we have no true regret,

eyes closed listening to Bach . . .
Bach, not always our favorite . . .
damn, so what? we savor it!

Old Geese on a Pond

I float easy enough, but not always with a breathing tube above water, but what the hell . . . I have a nose and I can float, and with some direction. Oh, I may follow a stream for some way, but please do not expect me to stay too long . . . some of us plan ahead and then see somewhere else to go . . . I hope to keep travelin' without too much thought of mind . . . there are two of us, like old geese on a pond, we move. Do not always expect to keep us within your knowledge of us. What a fuss . .

Not meant to be a Boast

I'm loose on the coastal range
sometimes just too far offshore
tossing in waves I didn't remember
swimming toward shores as if I don't care . . .
I remain aware of the moon and stars
and the loose moon kissing the stairs
and shout out to see Jupiter and Uranus
before Mercury brightens the skies
with questions of propriety
that who the hell can answer . . .
It is not just apparent older age
nor youthfulness out of a cage
it is damn well beyond cancer
and fellows worried about privacy,
it is just a swim on the Oregon coast.