who knows what one will meet

I must go
to an appointment
to an appointment where
a doctor will examine these sorry feet
feet that have walked with me for miles and miles
feet that are flat with ankles that always sprained easily
ankles that swell now by the end of day reminding me that
my body stiffens slowly with age and my diet is not good enough
but as I look out the window the sun shines and my GPS 
tells me I have choices to get to where I am going
both ways on the unfamiliar side of things
one way longer, one way shorter
there is time for coffee
to wash this body
and to decide
to love