Sixty Things

Said I’d do sixty new things in my sixtieth year

and now with eight months gone the claim has

become a burden as I dull as dull cannot even

imagine any sixty things new to me or rather

sixty in my price range. But oh!

If money were no object!

Parasailing, transAtlantic cruise

painting class in Paris, cooking in Italy

yoga in India, samba in Spain.

Sleep in a treehouse, a lighthouse

rent a convertible, drive the coastal highway

Fashion Week in New York, in Paris.

Mardi Gras in New Orleans, Carnaval in Brazil

raft right through the Grand Canyon

Thai food in Thailand, Vietnamese in Vietnam

sleep on the beach at Cape Cod, no, Tahiti

frolic nude on beaches, clothed on dance floors.

Alternatively here I am watching two

goldfinches zoom and dart amidst the redbuds

having what looks like the time of their lives.