Advancement

I eschew sex.

Firmly entrenched
in middle age
I have found the act
wanting, boring

the physicality dull,
unimaginative
old hat

Sex
has lost its interest
in me

shunning sex,
I have discovered
making love

It is the side effect of
experience
the residue of having
love, lost, found

I am the artist
who has traded Play Dough
for the potters wheel

To the east

Fresh sun
drips from above
low-hanging fruit;

a new day

awaits harvest from
the sagging branch of
an ancient black walnut

yawning, stretching
its limbs crackling,
groaning arthritic
objection
in the breeze

sitting in the shelter
of dawn, I mimic
the tree in awakening
agreement