I see you from my Distance
Watching those Steadily
Rise, as you have,
Observing them cultivate
Favor, all be it awkwardly,
mistaking indispensable
Sincerity for
Brawn unwittingly
short-lived
Yet you, Continue
Plodding
Clear as to our Condition
Transparent too, as to that
Cellular make up
One which doesn’t Linger
One which doesn’t wait
you Smile at the Hubris
of young muscle
(your giving heart
has witnessed
so many)
Will they persevere
Upon hitting the Wall
of Time?
Will they, as you do
learn to Harness
Inner Strength?
Summon Might
Learn Beauty,
Power,
All Present
in the Adversity
of an Ageing body?
Or will they Break
Retire, knees and hips buckling
As they decline to Bend
to the Inner Sanctum
of Breath and Bones?
Art Work by Yaron Rosner
Our presence in the universe — brief and yet not unnoticed. Beautiful!
I just love your work.
Thank you Paula for your presence and support, they are both very meaningful to me.
Nice observations here, Kiki.
…giving way to the immanent breath of freshness that like fog embraces the still standing smoldering remains of the proud tallness that was before the fire.
Beautiful, Kiki. Once again, thank you for your beautiful words.
And thank you Ignacio for your deep felt appreciation! xo