Spiritual

I manage to walk a few miles every 2 or 3 days 
in a failing effort to loosen the muscles 
and ease the soreness of bad knees and a dissolving spine 
we no longer discuss 'when' it will happen 
but rather when did it happen 
exactly what day did the line go straight and then turn downward 
ever so much 
there is comfort having friends with the same affliction 
 
I am pulled back to the Ocean 
drawn like an addict to the smell 
every group of gulls 
riding the shoreline 
every hour slowed 
 
I feel energy there 
as the Sun lowers 
as the children and fisherman return home 
as the whispers of those gone before me 
are carried by the ocean breeze

waiting on time