Self-Portrait at Almost Seventy

A certain tipping point
at Life's summit
looking back clearly
with unveiled eyes
and looking to proceed
into the shadowy abyss

crossover point
questing done
every rainbow chased
cashing in now
all my favorite pots of gold
for stacks of well-savored moments

inflection point
older to elder
slowing ever so slightly
to more observant pace
exultant in the familiar present
blinded still to insidious Time.

Motion Machine

Perpetual
constant
on the move

up
down
in-between

crawling
walking
in discovery gait

reaching in
pulling over
exploring every

many Everests
undaunted
master of his world.