All of a sudden he looked back
At fifty years of companionship
Most folk spend on dining out.
For years the poet’s spouse talked
About a spectacular event
Like a speed boat trip on the
Danube River.
The day before the anniversary
Had come
Hos plans for fitness over crusted
The event
He took off in pursuit of his physical
Happiness
Shopping Nordic Walking sticks
Rucksack and Dry-Fit top.
Off he went starting a series of
Walking tours day after day
As if he had limited time left to
Prove his newly gained fitness
Past two hip-joint operations
To himself.
Did he wish to impress the
Lady surgeon with his newly
Found second youth?
Well whatever
But the impulse to walk lay
Deeply rooted in himself
Just like a DNA inheritance
Or a programmed trait implanted
By a smart manipulation
Of his new existence.
Is it that we are newly born
After replacement surgery?
Perhaps.
Was it before his spouse
Who walked the nearby hills
And wooded pathways
For three consecutive years
Living side by side
While the poet ached?
Now it happened to her partner
Of half a century.
Drained of energy she shouted.
She cursed him.
Was she jealous for his physical
Activities
Just like his flirts with other women?
Living still side by side.
Off he goes like in a trance
Happy and content
Yet still looking out for another
Challenge.
Nordic.cidroN
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’18.
