Love

Long retired now; but the clock yet plays a paramount roll, when it comes to daily activities -- still not my own boss: Doctor's have schedules, fiber intake for out-go, often unpredictable; sign on my toilet door, "Soon to be occupied!" Drops of days have become gushes, rushes toward an unknown horizon; the sun now a flicker like those old black and white cinema I saw in the theater as a youth, till the bulb went out, and the boos and stomping began...doubt that I would notice most loud clamor anyway -- all my senses a lot duller except an increasing tremor of fear I hide -- climbed a balcony this morning, a short one -- the old Juliet in a sun-chair, doing her crossword, fondly looked up: the smile was distant but familiar~ her words soothing and reassuring: "what's a 4 letter word for 60 years, in sickness and in health loyally shared?"