The shadow of the poet, Reece Burka, musing under the oaks. (Photo provided by: Reece Burka)
Musings Under The Oaks: On Being 75
Even though I won’t be officially 75
for two more months,
I have been saying that
I am 75 since the day after
I turned 74.
For some reason the moment
I reach one birthday,
I start identifying
with the next.
And I’ve loved telling everyone
that I am 75 for almost
a year now.
It connotes gravitas and wisdom,
with a pinch of youth
still in the mix.
It’s an age where the sheer
accumulation of years
is an accomplishment
in and of itself.
With no need to prove oneself
or justify one’s existence
I can relax and let each day
come to me.
So I’d better make the most
of being 75 now because
when i actually turn 75
I will be 76 the next day.
And 75 seems so much
more appealing than 76.
Reece Burka
7/18/2020