57 Heaven Poem by Harlan Simantel

fifty seven
far from heaven
but a year retired
suddenly quit, not fired

a year and more
to recover and rest
take it easy
do what seems best

summer pleasures
ordinary treasures...
a walk in the neighborhood
sunlight, trees, flowers
cats, dogs, kids
noticing texture of bark on wood

a drive up the clackamas
day camp in shaded woods
beside the quiet roar of white water
occasional rafters float amiably by
reading, beer, chips
conversation by a small campfire
on coals a foil-wrapped meal

all these help me heal
soaking nature into my soul
refreshed, renewed - i feel happy
whole