Old Gringo In Tepoztlan

I’m learning what it means to

be getting old…friends dying…

diminished interest in the world…

the world’s diminished interest 

in me…beginning to resemble 

more and more that man in the

hotel room in Portland who was

alone and felt alone. Thank

goodness I followed the path

of meditation…that the energy

of emotions have lost their power

over me….that even old and alone,

estranged from the world, with no

401K to pray to, at peace, along

with the uncertainty that is always

a fact of our lives