I like being 75
standing on a huge pinnacle
overlooking trail that got me here.
Starting in an old farmhouse far away
then to Midwest
and sandy Indian dunes
back to homeland for a while.
then onward to Pacific
fresh breezes
an earthquake
friends who hugged then died
I was myself in a cocoon state
for a year
So now, standing on a pinnacle
a little weak thread
wrinkles reflecting crevices and rocks
a moment to take a deep breath
and thank all who along the way
wipe my brow