Though my diurnal actions may be slower now and measured,
imagination’s richer—its journeys fully treasured.
I feel the whole world opening. I roam it at my will,
unhampered by long distances—undaunted by each hill.
I explore new continents, revisit former haunts.
In nocturnal wanderings, I enjoy surreal jaunts
joined by friends departed, unhampered by my years.
I do those things undone before, conquering all my fears.
Daily, I relate to friends by voice or screen or paper,
confessing past adventures, admitting every caper.
Laugh over pains and learn from misdeeds that I may have done—
each ill-advised decision transmogrified to fun.
Life in the doing’s richer when we have vigor for it,
and when our energy runs out, we still can re-adore it.
Our memory is a treasure box with contents vast and rare,
made richer by each telling. Increasing as we share.
Prompt words today are diurnal, opening, action and treasure.