After all these years
of wondering
where my health came from,
I think I’ve got it now!
It isn’t exercise
for I haven’t time for that any more,
or rather I don’t make the time.
It isn’t food
for I hardly eat anything
mainly for financial reasons.
It isn’t careful medication.
I have neither
the time,
nor the money,
nor the interest for that.
It isn’t that I think about my health
or have medical checkups or tests.
I don’t have a doctor and anyway
I have far more interesting and pressing things
to think about.
I think it is my passion
for everything
I know or seek to know,
the well-being of the few people in my life,
humanity out there in general
often, not too specific, though;
every animal that walked, hopped, flew, slithered, swam or anything-elsed the planet,
especially my own horse, cats and dogs in Heaven and my cat and dog on Earth
my work of the moment, no matter what,
the magic of languages,
the soulfood of poetry,
the comfort and exhilaration of a soulmate
no matter how short the duration,
the excitement of computer software,
the wonder of nature in macrocosm and microcosm,
ideas bubbling like water in a kettle,
fascinating analyses,
just simply wrapping myself up in thinking,
trying to do the right thing and seldom succeeding,
laughing at myself sometimes,
my ability to waste time, though no moment,
living my laughter joys and sobbing sorrows beyond the brim,
and what little wiggly germ or decadent disease would not be daunted by that!
(1 June 2013)
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