When our lives are at their heights,
cyclone days and strung out nights
seem to be what is expected,
each possibility inspected—
participating fully in
obligations, jobs and sin.
Copying the rush of life,
living through its joys and strife,
acting out life’s pantomime
at super speed and double time.
After rushing here and hurrying there,
at last most of us come to rest
in the place we want to nest.
We fall into the comfort of
a place that fits us like a glove.
Feeling ill-at-ease at first,
we fear that we have done the worst.
Moving less surely and less fast,
we fill the role in which we’re cast.
Seeing options, making choices,
heeding inner wiser voices,
shedding tasks and taking time
to contemplate the great sublime.
Doing what we most want to do—
pastimes old, compulsions new.
Each cycle has its own rewards.
Escaping all the busy hordes
and having no big loads to shoulder
are the perks of getting older!
Word prompts today are cyclone, pantomime, participate and copy. Here are their links: