Reversal Universal

The body has a different relationship with space now. Disrespectful of distance before, it now moves with a new sobriety, motion slowed by a deliberation barely perceptible, as if, with each step, asking for admission into the space in front, a little readier to recoil from air fraught with unwelcome possibility imagined by creeping frailty, erstwhile swagger replaced by a simmering, private anger, shedding bits of remembered energy, its age unlearning the freedom of coordination, edging ever closer to a reunion, across many decades, with its former self, the one who toddled forth with the same caution, just much more optimistic.