Under the Horizon

 [version two]

The Old Man got body-tired of 

and mind-bored with

labor about the same time.

Built his last rock wall at 70.

 

I thought of him today 

when I was chopping at a vegetable

garden's frozen mud in January.  

My mind let my body make my mind

think, "This shit is getting old."

How he would have phrased it. 

I felt like I thought  the sun

looks when it seems to drop

below the top of shadowed hills:

ready for bed. Of course there's more

work waiting under the horizon.