Scales on the window sill.
An antique, a decoration,
a reminder

of why you do not use them any longer,
of how age has taught you
the more you live,

the less exactness matters.

About the poem

I am what my kids call and “ish” guy. Things, time, expectations are always more “ish” than definite and precise. I find it serves me well, whether cooking, getting places, or loving people.

The title is a play on words. I like doing that.

Tom