Standing wizened and bowed;
Knotted with weary worries and gnarled guilts;
Aged by oaken regrets and willowy dreams, broken;
Twisted by time passing in ever shrinking rings,
Of passing draughts interspersed with hopes, lost;
Deeply bowed, yet standing;
Still standing, still.
Knees stiffly bend,
With creaks and popping cracks;
The ground rises, catching him gracefully by the seat;
Settling down, tired boughs finally at rest;
Eyes dripping closed,
Whipping winds of worries calm;
Gusts of guilt and shame slow and quiet;
Willowy dreams wisp away;
Oaken scars fade;
Time pauses, still.
Another rung drawn, he rises,
He stands, again.
Today’s poem, Still Standing, was inspired by my morning meditation.
- Under the Earth’s ShadowI lay awake under the earth’s shadowGentle breathing curled at my feetA companion in this darknessHolding guard against The cold reality and coming lightFor I’mContinue reading “Under the Earth’s Shadow”
- Blue HeronBe well, Monty
- Endure MeEndure meEndure my cold feet under the sheetsEndure my rough breaths sawing through the night’s airMy tossing and turningMy hogging all the blanketsMy nightmare kicksMyContinue reading “Endure Me”
- DepartingBe well, Monty
- Scenes from TodayThese are untouched photographs from today’s walk on Bainbridge Island, Washington (just applied a simple frame). Be well, Monty