Something happened back when I wasn’t
looking, or maybe I was looking and didn’t care.
Maybe it happens to everyone by a certain age,
or it doesn’t matter. Or it’s what is meant
by equanimity and it’s something to strive for
only I didn’t, or at least I don’t think I did,
and yet, maybe it’s the fruit of all that prayer,
the hours on the front step with my cup,
watching the sun come up, or set.