Mission: Creep

Waking up late into the night,

As I sometimes do,

I get up and eat a handful of mixed nuts

And drink a small glassful of cold milk.

Waiting for that to settle,

I do some New Year’s resolution

Balancing exercises.

I’m facing out

Onto the street

Gyrating awkwardly on one leg,

Window frames my visual reference.

What if someone sees me,

This old dork on one leg?

But what kind of creep

Peers into MY window?

What kind?

At your advanced age, Jim,

What do you care what kind?

Any creep at all

Is better than no creep.