Tough to Change

I walk on this beautiful path almost every week,

I notice that over the three plus miles,

One part of my body hurts,

Then another,

And another,

And another.

I’ve been told I may benefit by arch support inserts.

I turn to photograph a beautiful red cardinal

And upon making a pivot

I notice a little glitch in my hip.

With just a bit of pain,

I complete my turn and return to the path.

I think, “Gee, maybe I do need arch support inserts.”

I walk for a few minutes and I am struck by the magnificence

Of the sun just beginning to peek over the edge of the horizon.

I snap a photo but when I turn it feels like I snapped by knee off.

Soon enough I am able to begin walking again.

As I return to the path,

I think, “Gee, maybe I do need arch support inserts.”

The deer rush out of the brush,

A mother and two babies.

I stopped quickly to take a picture and the side of my foot twists

And my ankle feels like it would swell,

But I regain my balance and finish this beautiful walk,

I get in the car and think,

“Gee, maybe I do need arch support inserts.”

I get home and pour a cup of coffee,

I turn on the news and take a bite out of a chocolate croissant.

I reflect on my beautiful morning

And that I know one thing for sure,

There ain’t no way I am getting arch support inserts.