Simpleton

It is a good chapter you live in.
Imperfect, broken and a bit chaotic,
it is, in the beginning of your old age,
a new place.

You have had the complexity beaten out of you.
You have had your history turned to doubt.
Yesterdays and tomorrows are lost.

And so you live here.
In this good chapter.
In this good moment.
None of you diverted by past or fear,
all of you, every piece left, present.

That is all you have, all that remains,
your presence,
whole and complete,
remarkably uncomplicated
compared to what you once were.

A simpleton
in the best way,
without need for appliances
and widgets
or the distractions
that swallow us alive,
separate us,
and leave us for dead.