Sway and Swagger

If only I could swagger today but no longer can my body sway every step aches my bones to sit and stay no longer desiring to get up and play. This sedentary life has caught me in its sights and these aging bones ache in their plight as I observe the foolish and the young grown cling to their tablets and their phones prone. My muscles tweak and the body teeters as I rise up and struggle eager to stretch and move in religious exercise and quickly wake to my surprise. The sky, the earth, the garden grand calls me out to fields and open land and in my wiser observations I slip into nature's integration. A step, a hip, a knee jerked joint and reality seems to lose its point but the vision and images revealed have taken life to sway and swagger in its new appeal.