Slip Slidin’ Away

Early morning after a restless night,
I walk above the beach. Old age hammered
by hard rain, cold wind, dark sky, alone.

Nature closes around me, embraces me,
sequesters meditation amidst daydreams
as I smile, hum an old song.

On this day, I wonder if my foggy vision is true:
I am in the final seasons of my life, growing
celebratory as thick clouds shroud my nirvana

Mindful memories haunt me: mountains climbed,
wild rivers ran, amazing people touched my life
even when what matters most is at the mercy
of what matters least.

Humming as I wander, not lost but not knowing where I am.

Fearless reverence for life allows gentle hope to intervene
within my dark skepticism, illuminating the possible.
I cherish peace; gods and demons be damned.

Still humming, smiling, finally knowing where I am.

—

On a jog through Central Park, New York City in the late 1970s, I had a brief encounter with composer Paul Simon, who wrote “Slip Slidin’ Away.” I thanked him for his music. He, in turn, thanked me for listening.
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Note
January 16, 2024
Nelson, NZ
I went to Live Poets tonight. About 20-25 poets, young and old, men and women. They all read. Small café. Good sound system. I was the only foreigner. They invited me to read at the end. “Slip Slidin’ Away” was my choice. Took my time, even sang, couldn’t believe it, wonderful experience.