Enter the Dragon

Today I entered the vortex,

Where all the earth’s rivers end.

I floated away in the ether,

Awakening in my body again.

E. B. White said to “Wind the clock”,

I did, letting hope transcend.

The house now is too big for me,

The orchard more than I can tend.

The maintenance more expensive,

Than checks I can write and send.

My youth, an obsolete calendar,

The clock has no time to lend.

Enticed by Chinese artifacts

Exporters were anxious to vend…

The waiters refilled my shipping crates,

I failed to tell them “When”!

Consumed by aromas of camphor,

The dragon is just around the bend.