“I’m not waiting to live my life, I’m trying to catch it.” Sybil Bank

They sit together

his arm around her shoulder

talk of their great grandchildren

as they watch geese glide across the surface

of the pond.

The wind is quiet

and their final send offs settled.

Golden years are full of doctors appointments,

writing out birthday cards and T.V.

They wonder why young people are always looking down at their phones and not at each other.

Ask why the BMW has to blast Rap music as it speeds by.

Together, they plan dinner and to call their oldest son tomorrow.

Today is a good day she remembers him, his arthritis isn’t so bad.

Soon they’ll walk hand in hand home,

gave up driving when their vision started

deteriorating.

It’s in each other’s arms they feel most alive.