Poem #2,789 | On This – My 60th

A quarter of a century left
for my expectation effects
to affect
[from my sixtieth
year marked this day by a
meal & small gathering]
I’ll
see time’s shined funnel &
trip to grip that sheer face
as gravity adds difficulties
to my body & Gods play in
my mind –
I should nod to
an unknown next
[placing
a bet on long-ish odds of
life-after-life to secure my
seat above] –
I’ll try to improve my gripe
on this steep-scarped life