The joys of morning music:
a creaking rising;
hawking of phlegm;
sneezing;
farting;
the trickle of pee in the toilet;
the slow, groaning, unbending of a
slightly
stooped
spine…

These, all music to my ears,
even without my hearing aids.
The melody of my accumulating years,
a far more reassuring symphony
than that whispering wind
blowing through the tunnels
beneath the tomb stones.