Life proceeds without consulting us.

It alters the arrangement.
We rearrange ourselves.

A blow arrives.
The body ducks instinctively.
No speech required.

A flower is extended.
We receive it.
Fingers careful with what is offered.

Adjustment is a quiet art.
A series of tweaks.
Spine. Breath. Gaze.

Resistance exhausts itself quickly.
Acceptance has longer stamina.

What comes, comes.
We answer in posture.

And continue.