The Tide of Life

Languishing with the birds
in a sea of diversionary activity
with yet another write
to preserve my sanity
to satisfy what remains of my ego
and to delay the daily chores
I know I would rather be
training a guide dog for the blind
visiting Okinawa
to study purple veggies
loading spinnaker
on a cat through the straits
or making peace with my sister
who I haven't spoken to for years
but I'm also aware the world delivers
dangerous uncertainties
with increasing regularity
and my natural instinct
is to hunker down
in relative safety and comfort
until this fickle intuition relents
and I can break free
from the bubble of procrastination
I've created for myself
even though my track record
as a foolhardy adventurer
might be derided by some
that reality always swept me along
in its moment
at the mercy of the tide of life
without a care for the future
So today
I have a question for my heart:
Must bravery fade with age
and what am I so terrified of
now