I remember the feeling…

1. I Remember the Feeling

In a park I watch a young woman as she strolls along a path. On impulse, she veers off toward a steep rise and hitches her left leg up it, gently bouncing on it. Then she reaches out to a sturdy sapling, grabs hold and pulls herself up, at the same moment pushing off with her lower leg. She’s up!

Even at seventy-eight I can feel the stretch behind my own thigh and that ready surge of energy in the hoist. I remember the freedom of walking paths dappled with dark pools where lacy leaves lay in disarray, then steering off to climb some hill, just to feel the different breeze on my cheek.

2.  Doctor

Seasons of her age:
circles on a wrinkled arm.
In his hand, her pulse.

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