I sometimes wonder whether
I spend my time wisely
Or whether I squander it on fripperies
What is of best value
Trekking the contours of a newfound adventure
Unlike your feet bleed but your heart is full
Listening to the still body echo
The tiny repeating call of my bones
And heeding it.
Hating it. But
All adds up
I have no answer
But, I have a thought. A verse. A mark.
And a life.
I will always have this life.
I rest my case.