Progress

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)