How much do you think?
As the body becomes less adept, less able and strong,
there comes a realization that now is a time for thinking.
Always, there has been a struggle between Doing and Being:
to read or to mow, to write or to dig the garden, to stop or to run.
Running is no longer possible -- walking is perforce slow.
Sitting must be brief; computer time and reading limited.
And thus is born a fresh lifestyle: read a little, walk a little,
write a little, stack wood a little (against Dr orders, but
ever the daring and adventurous spirit claims the right
to choose risks carefully) wearing a back-brace.
And through it all, to think, to think, to let loose these
rampant, wild, inexcusably obtuse and unrealistic thoughts.
