Irreconcilable Differences

Written By Lynne Schilling

I remember a time when my body fit me like a glove. There was no loose skin under my chin. And I didn’t need to have a plan before I stepped off a curb or got up from a chair. We were one, my body and me. Now I realize there are times when I soar and my body has crashed. Or it fights valiantly while I have given up.

late autumn —
a line of wild geese
heading south

“Irreconcilable Differences,” presence, Issue 84, March, 2026

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