Apparently, I complain about my aches and pains a little too much. Well, here’s a poem that takes a more lighthearted look at the topic.Land and Sea Scarred retina. Torn rotator cuff and Labrum. Compressed disks. Runners knee. Broken tibia. Achilles tendonosis. Two well-healed stress fractures. I am a map, a cartographers dream Each new venture brings an Undiscovered kingdom A land of palm trees and savages A fountain of youth and silver mines. I may nurture my own disease Stagger through the tropics of a Mosquito infested imagination But I am also trekking from the Unknown and comfortable into a State of wonder. In the dark heart Of this El Dorado, I take no Prisoners and harbor no delusions. I am riding an old horse, a twitchy Horse that farts and bites, that will not Eat from my hand but will take my Food and my blanket. I am sailing an old boat, A leaky boat with foul bilge and fearless rats, But my vigilance at the helm will be rewarded When I stop at a shimmering caravanserai, And find a jewel for my bride, a trinket for my noisy children, a treasure For the aging parents who gave me this Imperfect fragile body and sent me Over land and sea to discover its worth.