My Own Weight
I don’t have to drink to get dizzy
any more. Age does that for me now.
Once I walked across a rushing river
with a Japanese man on my back.
He was a famous fisherman who had
fished all over the world. Only now
can I imagine his terror. Here is a
haiku he might have written: The water
is fast. My horse only has two legs.
How did I get here? These days it’s
all I can do to carry my own weight
on the perpetual carnival ride
of my daily chores. The bathtub is
an adventure in itself.