For S. S., on the occasion of her fractured wrist.
I understand the impetus, the need
To challenge age, deny corrosion, fight
To keep the sinews soft. But you must heed,
Alas, the mutability (cruel blight)
Afflicting us. Neither spinning class nor
Yoga, nor lengthy bike rides up steep hills
Can turn back time, renew that well used core—
Restore the pliant bones of youth’s idylls.
So go ahead—bowl if you must; have fun,
Be physical, but also somewhat shrewd.
Keep your torso firm as you start your run—
Arms close, head up, balanced (and well shoed!).
Then, if you trip and fall, my darling lass—
{shapely}
Fall (damn it!), on your {nicely} padded ass.
{safely}
(6/8/08)