Sitting in a windowless room

in the basement

where the smells of death called

entering my thoughts

and core of being

70 may be reached they said,

but that may be as far you go.

 

Here I am today

a few days past 70

Smiling—feeling well

Yet, ghosts share the room

haunting hidden corners

from years and days along the way.

 

I hear songs

calling to lift my feet

moving on the Earth

alive and well, smiling,

my mind has a lot to say.

Choosing dance and play,

the ghosts can wait,

the moment will come—

just not yet

as I breathe

 

My life engaged.