Is there an award for that…

When I rose today, after the sun, after everyone,

and drew an expert’s breath as I took an old man’s stretch,

thanking myself quietly that I’d prepared today’s coffee

last night before retiring to a restless rest, again successful

in my well-practiced, almost casual manner of making

difficult things look casual and easy – surely causing awe

in lesser persons of which there are many, I surmise,

I wonder if there’s an award for any of this, knowing

there isn’t, but knowing there should be.