Extreme Unction

I started a gallop but my legs failed  
to understand, I fell to the asphalt,  
arms ahead for pitiful protection  
 
I asked about a priest in a photo  
of a friend in the hospital, the words  
"extreme unction" perplexed them  
 
When I look out the car window, up  
from book or tablet, or from a nap,  
the whiz of a world slows to a still:  
 
Shows me a building, a crowd flagging  
jeepneys, where there were a field, a creek  
and small stands of fruits and vegetables  
 
In a sense, we notice inflation more,  
tracked by the incessant clicking  
of supermarket checkout counters.  
 
We age, it seems, under our noses,  
we should lift our heads, look out windows,  
freeze the frame, every so often.