Figures That Figure
Jean-Jacques Rousseau died at 75,
leaving his 10th Walk unfinished
At my same age of 75,
I remain a leisurely extra hour
in my morning bed on 12 May,
enjoying Rebecca Solnit's ”Wanderlust:
A History of Walking”,
gearing up with a standard cereal breakfast
and a mug of black coffee
for a 20 km / 12 mile roller ski ride
out of my retreat town of Shitville,
down Swedenland road 52,
on one of the first warm, summery days of 2024
My son – soon to be 40 – came by yesterday,
kindly reminding me of the old fortune-teller
who grabbed my hand in passing
on Connaught Circle in New Delhi in 1972,
when I was but 23, looking into my eyes,
uttering the unsolicited figure ”82” under his breath,
indicating the duration of my life as he saw it
in the lines of my hand,
hoping for a few rupees for that future
that seemed quite distant to the young man
that was I, and that I denied him,
though the 7 years that would allow me now
don't seem unlikely
Dad became 87, Mom 95,
and my brother turns 90 come 25 August
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2024-05-12 at 10:53
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