I sometimes wonder whether

I spend my time wisely

Or whether I squander it on fripperies

Of action.

What is of best value

Trekking the contours of a newfound adventure

Unlike your feet bleed but your heart is full

Or

Listening to the still body echo

The tiny repeating call of my bones

And listening

Listening

And heeding it.

Respecting it.

Hating it. But

Bowing.

2 beers

90 photos

60 minutes

And counting.

All adds up

To enough?

I have no answer

No QED.

But, I have a thought. A verse. A mark.

And a life.

I will always have this life.

I rest my case.