My Aging Pleasures
By Marian Glaser ©, September 2010
Getting older isn’t all loss. Some pleasures
are keener. Some are easier to admit,
like a liking for cartoons or comics.
Some are due to serendipity.
Openness may happen at any age
but when it coincides with aging
Suddenly seeing how unique each individual is
makes meeting anyone an adventure.
Old books acquire new life.
Memories can pool, collide,
lead to insights. I remember my
father folding newspapers into boats
we could sail in the rainwater
flowing in the Arnhem gutters.
I remember the same father, older,
in a different country, without
the energy to play with his children.
I remember a fox running free,
a bear seen across a raspberry bush,
ball lightning looking like a giant diamond
sitting stationary a block away.
All have energy in common. All objects
everywhere must be coiled energy,
from small seeds waiting to expand
to plasma, slowly coalescing
into stars or planets.
This list seems endless.
It will probably grow
until I die.