It holds three weeks of daily doses of Losartan, for mild hypertension, and tiny vitamin B-12 pills. There’s no connection between the two—it’s just that both are small enough to fit together in the twenty-one spaces, measuring around three cubic centimeters each. The multi-vitamin and Omega-3 capsules are too large to fit with the others.

This morning I emptied the last of the small pills into my hand, thus marking another three weeks of life having passed, seemingly, very quickly. As usual, I paused to reflect on the three weeks just passed to do a mental body-and-spirit scan to see if I could discern being three weeks older. I couldn’t. It is a mystery. It is inescapably true that I had aged three weeks since I had last refilled this little box; yet, I felt no different from the last time I conducted this review.

Now, gazing out the window of my home-office, where I do my writing and pillbox filling, I see the quiet lake welcoming the return of birds who nest and feed and breed here. They have an annual rhythm to guide them, but I cannot imagine they have the capacity to dwell on having aged another year. They are just living their lives as Nature and experience have inculcated in them.

yet another year
the birds and I are aging
alive together

02/02/2019

Author's Note: This is a haibun. definition: http://contemporaryhaibunonline.com/pages_all/haibundefinitions.html

Posted on 02/02/2019
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