
The poem "Midlife" by my friend and fellow Earlham classmate,
Julie Cadwallader Staub, starts my morning on a calm yet purposeful path.
I recite it while in plank, switching from full to side planks at specific stanza breaks, the postures and the richness of the poem offering the power of potential.


Midlife
This is as far as the light of my understanding has carried me:
an October morning a canoe built by hand a quiet current

above me the trees arc green and golden against a cloudy sky
below me the river responds with perfect reflection a hundred feet deep a hundred feet high.

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