I’m twisting and turning in my desk chair.
Looking straight ahead, with the long drapes halfway open, I see the high-rise office and apartment buildings.
I don’t see, but know, a subway is being built below me.
At the moment, nothing is moving.
In a few years, this area will have a different look.
Nothing stays the same.
It’s called progress, unstoppable, it happens.
My body system has changed.
I have the urge to go to the bathroom.
I go, but don’t “go.”
I’ve been sitting too long.
I have a desire to walk.
I get up to do so but my knees won’t hold me.
I sit down.
I can’t and won’t complain.
I’m still functioning.
It isn’t only an achievement, it’s a miracle.
Our bodies weren’t built to sit all day.
We need exercise.
In my apartment, I walk around the table at least five times before breakfast, as much as 10 times.
It tires me. It becomes a drag.
But so far, I’ve done it. How long?
Who knows. I’ll go with the flow.
(January 1, 2021)