I am this
and that, too
and what is that, too, you may ask?

it is searchin’ and findin’
those very natural things
that make you tick…

not the salaried tick of the metered race
of work
but the nonsalaried tock of the flock of
angels that reside in your soul
calling you out
out to nurture
your pleasure pasture—that place
you know so well but have put on
hold

until retirement…
and p.s. I ain't talkin’ death here, but righteous livin’, my friends