Getting Old Happens So Fast

Not long ago, perhaps last evening,

while I was relaxing on the deck,

a book on my lap, bony feet propped 

on a stool, I watched my husband 

slowly walking across the back yard,

naked, except for shorts and sneakers. 

I doubt he saw me watching him.

You’d think I knew his intention

as he walked toward the pond.  I didn’t.

He turned to the light on the water.

I was astonished by the sight of him.