In My 74th Year - Jean Norelli

[Larry Robinson]

In My 74th Year


I’m leaving.
I come upon this unexpectedly,
like turning a corner and seeing the cat walking on out the open door.
I’ll be sitting quietly, like always, 
	and notice that something I used to think was very important 		
	just doesn’t seem to matter anymore.
A surprise.
I always knew I would be leaving, the fact of it.
But now I know it differently, through awareness.
Not, as I once thought, through aches and pains, 
	or gradually diminishing capacity,
But, unexpectedly,
The cat, tail up, just walking away.

	- Jean Norelli
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