They call it retirement, but I call it revival.
I wonder how long I will continue to count the days
and record them in my morning writing.
How long will I be grateful for the dawn spilling into my back garden?
How long will I cherish each choice, inhabit each decision?
How long will I appreciate the timing and devotion I
offer each simple action?
These days have been like waking up and realizing,
after a few groggy moments of deluded awareness,
that I am on vacation in a stunningly beautiful place,
that everything is taken care of, and I am lovingly tended to,
every need, every want satisfied in the most elegant manner.
How long will I feel this sense of openness, possibility, clarity, ease?
How long will I know this is the way it can be always,
and this is the way it has always been?