Tortoise Shell

Like a tortoise I move
sitting and getting up
from bed or the couch.
That spring is almost
gone when I would rise
and sit so naturally.

I never prepared to feel
like this. I just went on
like everything would
always be the same. In
a sense it is. I am waiting
for a spark to ignite this

old body, wearing down,
but young enough to
get back in shape. It is
time to prepare to get
this tortoise out of his
shell and get going.