An ache, a pain
A new lump or bump here
A creak or twinge there
The discovery of the new 
So different at 66 than at 6
A SPECK of worry intrudes
A watchful waiting ensues
I try to hold to my AXIOM
“Sufficient unto the day….”
Calmly silencing any ALARM
And taking a breath 

Georg’ann

From our PLACE 
there was no shift
in wind or SLANT of light 
coming through the trees. 
One loud thunder clap,
a few drops of rain. 
Ignored ALARM. 
Continued with movie.  
3 miles south
Tornado struck.

Heather