It’s a miracle! said Bob. We were just at Independence Hall, now in Elkins Park.
As we traversed streets from train station back to our house.
A twenty-minute walk uphill.
I, struggling to match him.
Looking his way as we marched apace.
No, I countered, the miracle is that you’re walking, not driving, to and from the train.
Well, he answered, it was seeing Barbara do it.
Barbara, the eighty-nine-year-old neighbor.
A woman we run into at the gym.
Once, waving to her on the train platform.
Returning from a class in the city.
No, no, no, I insisted.
It’s your new stamina, resolve, determination to exercise.
He turned to me, maybe you’re right.
Having resisted this trek before commitment to strengthening.
Grumbling, it bothered his hip.
Now looking energized, healthy.
Nary a complaint.
Moving forward with alacrity.
Complete unrestraint.
Lynn Benjamin
April 29, 2024