People retire all the time – today is my time

People retire all the time—today is my time.

I’ve been asked what it feels like:

I say, it’s like a blind curve on a dirt road,
and you’re in the red 1965 Pontiac Parisienne,
and you just got your licence
so obviously you want to test
the 283 cubic-inch engine,
with its double-barrel carburetor,
because you only have the car for the weekend.

Or, perhaps, I’ll confide, it’s like finding
you’re finally free to talk about those
Epicurean quirks you hold dear,
that have no location within the reign of reason,
yet seem sensible within themselves,
—things like, knowing you write better
when wearing burgundy underwear,
and accepting that retirement
is simply the state of affairs
where it gets harder and harder
to find burgundy underwear.

Or it’s like walking in a wind
on the crest of a prairie hill,
where the swirling leaf,
the snapping flags
of torn birch bark,
the bowed grass,
have pooled
their angular
dissolving the lines,
melting all into motion
except here and there where
your eye comes to rest, arrests,
and frames again the forms of leaf,
bark, grass, for one more resurrection.

Or, like today, it’s revisiting a call,
returning to that park full of memory,
full of inner-city beauty and squalor,
to recline at the root of things,
to drill down through the core of yourself,
to the dark night of your identity,
to the grass-mat packed-dirt
lowliness of each of us,
each within our own glorious
brand of selfishness,
holding up our one tremulous light,
high enough to see, elm, gull, elder,
bench, beggar, bottle, you, me, us,
brilliant with being,
magnificent with offering—
and you run through the streets
carrying this news to the end.


Today, after six years as a volunteer and 25 years as an employee, I’ve hung up the last of my several Hope Mission hats. I hope, to some degree, that Hope Mission has benefited from my work, as much as the work, the basic compassionate intent, has benefited me. It has been a vocation and a calling. But any calling, that meets the epithet, is a living thing, and as such, is also a personal evolution, even, an inner revolution. With this in mind, for the enlightening, the learning and for the opportunity of giving, I’m ever grateful.



  1. Congratulations, Steve, on a benevolent ‘race’ well run! I trust that as you “put down your pen”, it will be at an angle that lets it keep writing.

  2. Such lovely, reflective observations, Stephen. I will remember to look for the “brilliant with being” and the “magnificent with offering”. What stunning gifts you’ve been given here! Thank you for sharing them.

  3. your views shared over these years and in this are through merciful and just perspectives, touching on humorous and tragic nature of our being, helped me to see more clearly. always a fan!

  4. Congratulations brother … delightful and insightful retirement poetry. How exciting to now figure out the next chapter.

  5. It is personally reassuring as your, “…the brilliance of being” carries “the tremulous torch” demonstrating the continuing brightness of the “burgundy shorts”!

  6. Thank you Ike! That’s certainly part of the plane.

    Thank you Wenda for kind and lovely words!

    Gordon, thank you! That means a lot!

    Thanks for those wishes Joanne!

    Ray, that made me chuckle. Only you could piece it together in just that way. Thanks!

  7. Thanks for this, Steve, you have me reflecting on my own stage of my journey.

    “revisiting the call” – methinks retirement doesn’t bring an end to the call, merely new opportunities to live thereby.

    “burgundy underwear??” – too much information!

  8. Congrats, Stephen! As one five years in retirement, I continue on the journey, torch held high, eyes a little squintier looking at the light, bumping alongside the other rag tags, still whispering and singing and calling out what is good.

    “Life is short. And there is so little time to gladden the hearts of those who travel this road with us. So, be swift to love, and make haste to be kind, kinder than is necessary…”

  9. Thanks for that Sam. But as for the underwear…one would hope that at our stage we needn’t be starchy, that we’ve earned the right to be just a wee bit outrageous. 🙂

    Thank you Lynda! Keep singing. And thanks for that quote.

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